The combination of plenty of wine and a late night last night, coupled with the cold and grey of the day left me wanting a nap this afternoon. A nap I didn't take.
I've never been a good napper. I've always envied people who are. You're tired, you nap for 20 minutes, you wake up refreshed, and you go on with your day. It seems to me to be such an efficient way to get energy.
Me, unless I'm so flat out tired I can't function, or am sick, like really sick, I just can't nap. I lie down and sleep just doesn't happen. And so then I think about how tired I am, and how it would be better if I could just nap.
Which then leads me to thinking about all the things I need to get done post-hoped for-nap. And then I wonder if I'll be too tired when I wake up. I might wake up, as sometimes happens, all groggy and dysfunctional. From the nap I'm not currently having any luck taking. Or I will oversleep. And then not be tired later. The trying to nap process can be exhausting.
Eventually I tend to just get up and do something. The easiest action being the pulling of laptop onto lap while still snuggled in bed. Totally cognizant of the fact that I'm still tired. And certain I'd be so much less tired if only I could nap.