I'm still groggy.
That's right, I had such a crazy deep nap on such a crazy perfect napping day that I woke up with absolutely no idea what day it was. I love that.
When Sugar came down from quiet time and asked to snuggle with me, I realized that I had just spent the better part of two hours unconscious of my surroundings.
It's overcast and drippy without actually (to my somnolent knowledge, anyway) raining. It's the first really cold day of fall. Add that to two nights out with the family and a serious need for sleep catchup and you have the ideal conditions for a knock-em-dead middle-of-the-day nap.
I'm so grateful for variety. If every day were sunny, when would I nap? If every day were cloudy, when would I click into gear and get productive? (of course, the two are sometimes reversed....)
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other pleasures, from my refrain of praise....
# 265 - that little indomitable fellow, heart of my heart
# 269 - grey-green caterpillar, a find
# 270 - another walk through Big
# 271 - another sweeping sky
# 273 - shrunken sweater stitched into smiling bear
# 274 - a neighborly chat in a farm lane
# 275 - tucking persimmons into trespassing stranger's cupholder
# 277 - reconnecting, a thin thread
# 280 - stacks & shelves of books, for the reading
# 282 - pendant raindrops on crepe myrtle seed pods
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