Many people love to take naps. My wife, daughter and mother all excel at the practice. That’s great for them. I’m not a huge fan of naps because usually, I’m never quite tired enough to drift off. And on that rare occasion when I *am* tired enough and fall asleep, whether it’s five minutes or an hour, I’m utterly useless the rest of the day. Just a dopey lump.
The worst is being awakened by the phone ringing. Being sprung so violently from the hug of Morpheus, there’s a five second period where I don’t know what’s going on, who I am, who’s on the phone, what day it is, where I am — and if it’s someone *returning* your call, I have to hope I can somehow snap out of it quick. Of course then the problem is that after the five seconds, I am fully cognizant and the absurdity of the situation floods in and I want to start laughing. I have to hope the person on the other end of the line has a good sense of humor as well. Thankfully, this has really only happened to me a handful of times in my life. Still, it’s unnerving.
But coming out of a nap and just being a zombie for the rest of the night has happened plenty if there’s nothing going on. If I’m in the middle of a job, that doesn’t happen, as I’m perched and in a constant mid leap of action. But a lazy, beautiful Sunday afternoon after a long walk taking in a lot of fresh air? Oh, it can happen.
Just don’t call me.
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