Nap.ti.tude

Build your vocabulary for the road to unconsciousness

It’s Monday. A day of recommitment to work. To achievement. To accomplishment.

And all of that makes me want to take a nap, so please don’t call or text from 1pm to 1:15pm today.

I am in fact something of a legend in my family for my ability to nap in spectacular locales.

I have conked out next to a pelouse interdit sign in the gardens of Versailles, outside Paris.

I slept on a sun-baked boulder on the Greek Island of Paros. When my eyes shut, I was literally overlooking the Aegean Sea.

A park ranger in Hawaii Volcanoes National Park once mocked my unconscious form next to the Kilauea caldera.

And I slept on top of a hillock at 12,000’ along Trail Ridge Road in Rocky Mountain National Park, apparently missing out on quality time with my younger son.