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Naps would be so confusing here…
It’s barely early December, but already it’s dark all day…
And all night (obvi).
This brings up one of life’s most philosophical, head-scratching questions.
How…or when…is it nap time?
It’s so darn confusing here.
In the arctic circle, that is.
Prolly should have led with that, so you’d had a better idea of why a fella wrote a diddy about naptime.
Even weirder is that I’m not a nap guy.
Never did ’em or liked ‘em.
Seemed a total waste of daylight, which brings me to this whole micro-examination of nap time in the arctic.
You see it’s dark at noon, at 9 am, at 330 pm and yeah, at 10 pm.
It’s dark all the time so that little, internal, lazy sensor that says get some coffee or grab me a pillow doesn’t know when to tell you to pull some mid-afternoon zzzs or head to Starbucks.
(pssst…there isn’t even an S-Bux here)
Confused, I say…
Confused, I am…
Even more confusing is the whole “I’m not even a nap guy thing,” which adds a fundamental new element to this Viking conundrum I’m faced with.
