Good lord, AG, I think the ability to nap at will is a male thing

Any given weekend, hubby will announce he's tired, lay down on bed, be snoring withinfive minutes.

Me? Unless I'm so exhausted I need duct tape to keep the eyelids open, I'll lay there running through lists of things I could be doing if I wasn't being a slug.

They are odd creatures.

Me, I now have Special Dispensation due to the physical infirmities that can have me sleeping 18 hours a day, usually in 2-4 shifts.

Let your allergies guide you.

If that doesn't work, I recommend a cat. Not only will it ramp up your allergic fatigue quite nicely, there's nothing on earth that's a better nap skills teacher.

*Everything I know about napping I learned from my cats.*

They are odd creatures.

Who is this they, kemosabe? napping is one of our inalienable rights.

I once had a personal ad where I noted that one of my hobbies was sleeping. People thought it was weird. What's that about?

Adam Carolla (who turned out to be a closet workaholic) used to say that his two hobbies were napping and preparing to nap.

Yore shore a neurotic li'l ol' thang, ain't yew?

Just tell yourself how much *more* productive you'll be once you have your nap, and then go to sleep.

If I only could!

I was once up for three days solid when I was a teenager--that is, I skipped two nights of sleep. When I got home that third evening I went to bed, and woke up to my mother accusing me of being on drugs.

"No drugs, Mom. I'll explain later. I've gotta sleep. Goodbye."

Dang she was annoying back then. (Also, now. But it's different.)

i'd second the cats thing. they make me sleep all the time. you know the old, "aw, you're so cute i'll just lay down here next to ya and pet you for a while....zzzzzzzzzz"

I imagine they would be perfect if only I were The Right Kind of Allergic to them, like K. is. Unfortunately, when I'm around too much cat dander I can't breathe (or I can't relax due to the relentless nose-dabbing, from the continual congestion).

Perhaps if I live-streamed video of a happy sleepy cat, I could lie down, look at that, emulate its behavior, and drop off. (I'll see if I can open a window that continually shows one of Laurence's cat-cams.)

There is little that is more soothing than a cat who is purring and gently kneading in a somnolent daze.

It's magic! That's their working to create a little zone of utter relaxation.

When all's right, and the stars are aligned just perfectly, I'm my own cat.

Wait . . . did that sound odd?