A Week of Naps

Joss and Nettle, the Dixon Hill dog and cat, are masters of sleep. Nettie, in particular, - like most of his kind - could win awards for it. Great chunks of their lives are spent travelling through the Land of Nod.

I, on the other hand, am abysmal at the whole business. And I don’t mean I suffer from insomnia. Rather that I’m just dreadful at actually spending time in bed. I stay up way too late then get up early each morning in an attempt to milk every last drop of time from my precious days.

Continual lack of sleep, however, does not make for a super-healthy human. And lately I’ve run myself ragged.

So I’m declaring this week ‘A Week of Naps’; and though it goes totally against the grain to give up valuable ‘doing time’ to sleep, I have to admit there’s a part of me that’s sneakily looking forward to those stolen slumbers.

This week I intend to give Master Nettle a run for his money on the cat-napping front. And to let an old(ish) dog teach me a new trick or two.