Friday, April 29, 2011


The edges of a nap, when you're in and out of delicious, unworried sleep, are like gravy overflowing from every direction down a pile of mashed potatoes, escaping from the deep volcanic lake.

Being here in Montana with my folks, I have gotten to take naps more regularly, even on those days when Zoralee doesn't. And wow - I am thankful.


Rena said...

I'd say it's more like cool, creamy licks of a delicious ice-cream cone just starting to melt down the edges. A dark chocolate one. With hidden chunks of more rich dark chocolate. Much better than mashed potatoes.

Rachel Clear @ Clearly Speaking said...

I'm glad you're getting naps.

I'm also glad that you're taking the time to write tiny little blog snippets, even if they're short.

And even though I already text or talk to you a dozen times every day anyhow. i like these lil' posts.

lori said...

Yes, Mom. In my fully wakeful state, I'd have to agree with you: ice cream trumps mashed potatoes at least 359 days of the year. However, the potato vision is what I awoke with after a particularly delicious nap, so that's what I had to write.

Thanks, sis. Little posts are more manageable.