Relative Something

When there is too much going on in life, it is not uncommon for people to drop something from their days that seems expendable… hours of sleep. Even though I know better, sleep is one thing I sacrifice all too often. Now that I have been spending significant hours on the highway in a commute to and from work, lack of sleep has become a scary hazard. That afternoon drive home has been a real struggle for me, more times than I care to admit.

Regular readers here will be able to recognize the times when I needed to cut short my time for writing, and post a quick picture or poem. I love to write, and will admit that it is too easy for me to borrow hours from the block meant for sleeping, to play on the keyboard, hunting for words.

The other day, in a pause between other commitments, I tried to do a little work on the laptop. I was probably composing a poem about slumber! I think Pequenita recognized I was doing more napping that typing, and decided to join me. How could I resist? Cyndie ran for her camera when she discovered this scene of my nodding off in front of the computer, and being kept warm by a napping partner.