This was my response:
And naps. I'm heavily enamored with naps. Some might even say I'm addicted.
It started out innocently enough as just a Sunday afternoon thing.
Then I needed more. And my addiction progressed into a weekend thing.
Now, I am full-blown hooked on everyday naps. Yes, naps. Plural.
As soon as I come home after work, I take a nap. In good weather it's outside in the zero gravity lounger on my back patio. I start out relaxing while watching birds and squirrels vie for seed, and the pups frolicing in the weeds....errr....grass. In no time at all, I'm out for the count.
In bad weather (which includes weather too cold for a jacket and blankie, or weather too wet for ducks), I start out chilin'in front of the TV. Watching reruns from a time when actors acted. I frequently snooze sitting upright on the sofa. If I actually lie prone, I have to set an alarm so I don't drift from one of the four stages of non-REM (non-Rapid Eye Movement) sleep cycles into the deep sleep cycle of REM.
Having caught my second wind, I'm then awake until 2 or 3 am.
At which point I take a nap before I have to get up and start getting ready for work.
My Mom and Kindergarten Teacher would be proud. In my early childhod days, they faught to get me to submit to a 15 minute nap. Now, I take two, 2-hour naps a day. At least.
I've often said I need to seek out funding for a nap-at-work field study. I would hire the Researchers, leaving myself to be one of the Study Subjects.
No sacrifice is too small for the sake of Science.
Or my nap-addiction.