I’ve tried, but it just doesn’t happen. I put my head on the pillow during the day and I stare at the ceiling. There are times when I have napped. Last year, after surgery, I could nap, but I couldn’t sleep for more than two hours at a time anyway. Once in a while, when I am absolutely, completely bored, my head will nod. That hasn’t happened since I retired. I would have liked to nap today. Even after three big cups of coffee, I still felt like a zombie. 
It was a nice day, so I took my knitting and sat out on the deck. The neighbors weren’t overly interesting, but the wife was sitting in one spot weeding for about two hours. I kept thinking she was dead. She only moved once every five minutes. I kept wanting to call 911, but her husband was walking around the yard flinging mulch so I figured it was just some bizarre ritual. They have no idea how good they have been for my sock knitting.
The sweater is coming along.
And that’s all I am going to say about that.
See this tree? And see the bat house on it? (You might have to double click on it.) See how high it is from the ground?
Last night, Maude decided it was a good place to sit. I didn’t have my camera at the time so this is all you get. If it wasn’t for her orange and white hind leg, we never would have known she was there. After a good while, she backed down most of the way before jumping. I don’t know about her, but I lost one of my lives last night.
Up a Creek in Lower Slower Delaware 
