Leaving the movies last night, I was certain this was what the license plate read of the first parked car I saw.

How perfect!

Because we all know, I am a fine lover and connoisseur of the afternoon nap.

As I exclaimed out a little too loudly, “I love naps! That’s so me!”, I heard a deep, yet high pitched voice respond.

“Not naps. Maps! It’s MAPS!”

Right. I totally knew that. I love maps.

I turned to face this stout, defiant looking old(er) woman. I’d never want to cross her path in a dark alley.

I told her it must have been my subconscious love of slumber encouraging me to say nap, au lieu of maps.

That would have been so much cooler. To actually drive around letting everyone know how much you love naps. Because, who doesn’t like a good nap?

She opened her car door, laughing uncontrollably — at me, I’m sure — which I’m used to. And I laughed, too. It was a funny scene.

So now on this lazy Sunday afternoon, where there’s a damp drizzle, but it’s not cold. Where I can hear the birds humming and singing to one another. Where I’ve been to Zen. Where I’ve even organized and cleaned.

It is time.

For the napper.

May you all be so lucky.