naps

With Häagen-Dazs banana-nut icecream with added banana, caramelized walnuts, frangelico liqueur and a side serving of conversation about the perfect base upon which to recalcluate age (base 10 is overrated-- I'm only 25 years old in base 18) coming in a close second, today's moment of truth and beauty is: the Sunday afternoon nap.

It's the perfect pause. A nap on any day is grand, but there's something special about the Sunday afternoon nap. It's a guilt-free nap. It's supposed to be a day of rest, after all. Today's nap was particularly luscious because I slept in the warm sunlight of an early spring day. Cotton sheets, a bright white duvet, bedroom all golden with sunlight, a slight breeze drifting in from the waters of English Bay... Delicious.

If everyone could take a nap like this, every day, it would be a kinder, gentler world. I think I should make t-shirts with the slogan, "Nap for World Peace."