Naps and lessons
I haven’t been doing any traveling lately, but Loki and I have been doing one of our favorite things. Taking naps. As I’m sure I have mentioned, I am old, or oldish. 67. I’m two years older than my father was when he died and like 10 or 12 years older than my brother was. So, while I was talking my daily nap, Loki resting on my legs and Gawain on the floor snoring (Man, can that dog snore, like a tent full of boy scout fathers) I was thinking about lessons I’ve learned, and I thought I’d pass one on. First though, let me say that I’ve been an avid nap-taker for, ever. I took them when I got home from school. I took them during school. I took them as a young adult. And as a young father I used to take them with my infant son taking his own nap on my chest on the floor after work. When I worked at home, I used to…I’ll leave that one out just in case someone I used to work for reads this. (Small chance of that, but still.) Back to our lesson. As a matter of background, there was a...