Nap?

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It was about 11:30 when I laid down.  I had no choice.  Last night I had slept four hours, gotten up for perhaps three hours, then went back down for eight hours or so, give or take.  Waking at 6:00, I thought today would be a good work day.  When I went down for my nap I set the alarm for 14:00, just in case I thought.  I simply could not wake, finally even hearing and waking to reset the alarm at 14:53.  I reset the alarm for 17:00, hoping that would surely be enough.  It took me nearly an hour of the alarm sounding off as well before I could finally rise and shut the thing off.  I surrendered, this time, to sleep.  Whatever my body needed it would take.  My willfulness in using an alarm clock would simply irritate the mess.  Finally, at 20:00, I am waking.  A little stiff, slightly sore, but this may well be blinked off as I wake.  Why did I need this kind of sleep?  It definitely wasn't a want.  There goes my attempt at a day schedule, perhaps, as well.

Never mind.  I will cast about for news and information, waking more fully, get something to eat cooking in just a bit, do the dishes, set up the other bed, and... that may be it, if in truth even those things go forward.  The need for sleep must simply be part of my health problems.  I suppose when I am sleeping deeper and longer I never see the hit.  It is only when I am more wakeful, in comparison, that I notice how much sleep my body sometimes demands.  Medicines will only ever help just so much.  On the good side, it was a mighty fine sleep.  I think I dreamed a bit each of my various sleep times.  Popcorn, however, was alas not served.