Pimp? Try being a sleep-deprived, self-proclaimed, deity.

I found myself sitting outside an elementary school this afternoon - not for any nefarious purpose, I assure you. I was early, in part, because I despise tardiness and also because it just worked out that way - between work and grocery shopping (I don’t always get them online, you know.) I had about 40 minutes to kill and didn’t want to spent 30 of those in traffic going back to the school from my home. In short (too late), I parked in the carpool lane.

It was empty anyway.

I should also mention that I’ve been killing myself at work this week, working those unnatural hours that I know I should trim, but can’t this week for a variety of reasons. So it’s Friday, I’ve got 40 minutes of waiting, it’s cold outside and sleeting, the heater is on, the seat warmer is toasting my ass (and other bits and pieces) to a pleasant 76 degrees, I’ve worked well over 70 hours, etc… put it all together, I fell asleep. It was a damn fine nap, but all it seemed to do was make me aware of how tired I am and so now, sitting here, I’m thinking about sleep and how I’d like to sleep.

Were you expecting an embarrassing story? No, I wasn’t found snoring - I am aware enough, even when I do sleep, of what’s going on and the flock of mini vans driving by would have stirred all but the most committed sleeper.

Sleep isn’t an enemy of mine, in fact, I love it. I’d spend the entire day in a warm pile of blankets and sheets, goosedown and firm pillows if I could get my mind to shut off. It isn’t insomnia, I can sleep, quiet easily, if - big if - I choose to make it happen. (Exhaustion can win, even outside that, but shhh, I don’t want to let on that I am only human here.)

After that nap, I think I will spend a good time getting to know my pillow all over again this weekend. It’s going to be gray and cloudy - perfect sleeping weather. What’s on tap for the weekend? Sleep, with a side of more sleep.

Even God rested on the 7th day.