Until the time of my retirement, you could probably count on one hand then number of naps I enjoyed since the age of 3 or 4. It was a seventy year hiatus. And then. . . . .

Maybe it was the weather. Perhaps the Covid bugs flitting around. Then again, maybe it was . . . . ummm age. I haven’t changed much since I was in grade school (and I weigh what I did in college) but these days the sandman starts knocking on my door in the late afternoon. And I often relent. It’s usually a 20 minute doze but when I awaken from my siesta – I’m usually ready for. . . ummm . . . . dinner.

In talking to others of my vintage, I have learned that naps are not an uncommon event. They are well-received. And appreciated. One friend said that his nap is the “best part” of his day.

As to cold showers, let me offer some context. Over the years, I have enjoyed hot showers — especially in cold weather. I like saunas, steam rooms and sunny days when toodling around the golf course. But lately my druthers in that department have mutated a bit. While I still enjoy a toasty shower whatever the weather – my new custom is to end with the water on as cold as it will go. It helps get my 190 pounds of protoplasm somewhat awake. And moving. Then I dry off, brush my teeth, comb my hair (no smart aleck comments), get dressed . . . . yawn. . . . and think about taking a nap. . . . .