The Napping House

Growing up I remember this one book we read. It was one of those books that I'd read a lot (probably because it was one of the few I could read at the time) and I'm pretty sure it had a blue cover. The title of the book was The Napping House. Well, I think that's what it was called. Yep. Google just confirmed both the title and the blue hue to the graphics.

At any rate, when all I want to do is nap I somehow think about this book and then dub my place "the napping house." Funny how little things like that stick. Well, today was a napping day although between soccer coach duties calling me to the field at 0900, cleaning the upper level of the house, and then watching a rugby game no nap was had. (Major sad face.)

Pure laziness set in once I returned home from my Cuma adventure. How lazy? I was too lazy to even walk down stairs to order a pizza for dinner. Popcorn is a suitable dinner- right? I may rethink that one mid 10K race tomorrow morning but breakfast should fuel that endeavor.

Sorry, I'm rambling.

As I sat here at my computer catching up on the latest Facebook posts, deleting emails from my out of control inbox, and chatting with friends Signore Nico decided I was boring. I didn't know where he went until I turned on the light here in the sunroom (can't have too many lights on or else it's the Katie Show for all my neighbors!) and saw the little guy using Mr. Rat as a pillow. He apparently is all for the napping house!

Well, then again...it is almost 10pm. With my luck he's going to wake up when I carry him downstairs and my feet won't be safe as I try to get to sleep.