This week I set a record for napping – I found myself kicked back in my cozy recliner and snoozing on several different occasions. It was pure bliss, but for a previously proud non-napper, I found it a bit disconcerting that I spent my time drooling while the sun was still shining outside. I could have better spent my time working on a quilt, writing an article or crocheting a granny square. Then I got over it. The struggle stemmed from the belief that I was too busy to nap – I was an anti-napper. This week I learned better.