Day 59

Envy is usually low in my ranking of the deadly sins. I go in for sloth, most often, and gluttony, which you’d think would make me a natural napper, but no. I’m a bad napper. (Also a bad rapper, but that’s not today’s topic). I deeply envy people who can take refreshing naps.

My typical napping strategy is to fall asleep for thirty seconds, then wake up so groggy I’m wrecked for the rest of the day.

But last night, being unaccustomed to the heat, I tossed and turned all night, and took away blankets, just to add them back for the fun of kicking them off again. When it was time for the morning Zoooom, I couldn’t easily imagine how life was going to proceed all the way through the end of the day.

Mid-morning, I was summoned to the workplace to replace the internet, and if you’ve ever replaced an internet, you know it’s an energy-intensive project.

Upon returning I had still more work that needed doing, but shortly it started to sprinkle. A storm came through, and soon it was raining hard on the metal roof of the Emergency Command and Control Vehicle. I had the bright idea that it might be nice to meditate for a moment by stretching out on a bench seat, to close my eyes and listen to the rain. For enhanced coze, I tucked myself under a blanket. A traditional meditation blanket.

When I woke up an hour later I did not know where I was. Didn’t even recognize the place. As I laid and blinked, I seemed to feel I must have been in that little room before, but I couldn’t remember what it was, or why I knew it. It took an eon for my brain to postulate that the room might be my own ECCV, but even then I couldn’t understand why I was in it. It was an alarming experience. Finally, after minutes of consternation, I decided my waking up there might have something to do with my laying down there.

I tried to sit up, and the bad-nap grog was so strong I couldn’t do it, except finally by rolling onto the floor first. It took hours before I had my brainfire stoked back up to a nice orange glow.

I’m well reminded that, for bad-nappers like me, daytime is for not sleeping. Nighttime is for sleeping. Or not sleeping, depending on my whim. For tonight, I think yes, but I reserve the right to change my mind if something else, like staring at my eyelids, starts to sound like more fun.