I crawled into bed for around 4 hours this afternoon. I think I am now recovered from the weekend. There is just something about a nap. It is different than sleeping at night. It is a treat, a reprieve from stress and day-to-day life.
It was a slow day. Corey and I caught up on DVRed episodes of White Collar and now we are watching Pink Panther with Haydn. I made dinner, typed a poem from the weekend, watched half of a movie, finished reading I Know This Much Is True by Wally Lamb and started reading Coming Home by Rosamunde Pilcher.