When I’m not learning music, reading Java textbooks, taking useful walks, or the like on a weekend day, I’m generally napping.
I know it isn’t fashionable to nap. Not what the get-up-and-go set does. Not ambitious, don’t you know. But there it is. I love me a good nap. Settle into bed with a book to read a few pages of and put aside, and a few hours to kill, and I’m a happy napper.
The Goths understand naps, as cats will, but they don’t always care to participate. Today, however, I opened my eyes after a nice nap directly into a pair of moon-shaped yellow eyes all the yellower for being situated in a black furry face, perhaps three inches away.
I didn’t yell, fall out of bed, or otherwise disgrace myself, but I will say it was a bit like coming unexpectedly upon one of those Chinese-demon door guardians. Disconcerting.
