Disorienting

So it's Sunday and I took a nap. This didn't start happening until I turned 25 and got a real job. Growing up, the rule on Sunday was to be as quiet as possible until time for church again. I never took a nap. I never took naps at all actually unless I was sick.

But that's changed drastically. Leave me still for five minutes and I'm gone.

Today I took a nap and woke up not knowing what day it was. As in I seriously had to think about it.

It wouldn't be so sad except that D. pointed out that it's not like I take a nap every day. It shouldn't have been that hard to figure out.

I don't care. It was a great nap.