THE DANGERS OF NAPPING

In response to photography prompt by alto

Dennett
CROSSIN(G)ENRES

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Day Twenty of A Photo A Day

Photo by Dennett with a Samsung Galaxy Note 8

My Husband & Tango Napping

This past week my husband was sick with a bad cold. Unfortunately, we expected 24 guests for an early Thanksgiving dinner on Sunday — a dinner for which he was grilling lots of meat. His energy was nonexistent during the week which put him behind in preparations for our dinner. By Sunday, he was well on the road to recovery but his energy was lacking.

He rose early Sunday morning to walk our dogs and tackle the pre-dinner chores he was unable to do during the week. By mid-morning, he was exhausted and said: I am going to lay down for a few minutes before I have to set up the grill.

When 40 minutes passed without his reappearance, I went to check on him. I found him sprawled on the bed with our cat Tango laying between his legs, a position I am sure was not that comfortable for my husband, although the cat seemed quite content.

Any of us with pets who share our bed know that the comfort of the pet is paramount, leaving us to lay in awkward positions, often uncovered or nearly falling off the bed so the cat or dog rests undisturbed and cozy. Because, after all, we only have to get up and work the next day while they, the pampered pets, can nap away the daytime hours, as undisturbed and cozy as they were during the night.

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I was always a writer but lived in a bookkeeper’s body before I found Medium and broke free — well, almost. Working to work less and write more.