The season to hibernate

Sleeping- in any form, taking naps, sleeping in, ignoring the alarm, on the couch, in bed, etc. is quite possibly, my most favourite thing to do in the world. We need it to live, some need it more than others to function, and in my particular case, I need it in order not to kill people on a daily basis.

Sleep
It's comforting
It's warm
It's bliss
It's an escape

Naps really are great... I mean seriously, I rediscovered them in University- as I think most people do as naps become an essential way of life. I seriously could not have functioned with out them.

It's now winter in the nation's capital, and it came in like a lion- or should I say polar bear(?). It's cold and there is snow and ice on the ground. Somehow I think I'm in denial because it came in so quickly- raining one minute, snowing the next (quite literally on Friday).

Winter is the time for warm blankets, flannel pj's, fuzzy slippers and red wine...err... I mean hot chocolate, and for napping.

This morning, I woke up to the sound of nothing... that's right, I slept in. Despite setting the alarm clock, I seemed to have neglected to actually turn it on... OOPS! Oddly enough, when I did eventually wake up, I didn't have the adrenaline-rushed-panick I usually have... you know the rush of "omigoodness I'm late, I have to run around scatter-brained tryiggn to get ready to get into work asap!" Frankly, that so did not even cross my mind this morning. I actually looked at the clock, thought "huh, look at that, I slept in"... then the next thought that came into my head was "damn, I wish I had set my alarm, because now I can't hit the snooze button". I love the snooze button- the 9 extra minutes of bliss it gives me every morning (did I put 9? Let's be honest, it's usually 9 x 2 or 3, so an additional 18-27 minutes of peaceful bliss).

Even though I was getting up at the precise time that I should have been leaving the apartment, I still had very little motivation to hurry up and get to work. I was already late... I'll make it there at some point. Had I only known that this lack of motivation was going to linger on throughout the day, perhaps I would have continued the original thought of the day of napping.

That being said, was it that I had more motivation to sleep this morning or was it really that I had a severe lack of motivation not to go to work. It's a fine balance- which rules: love of sleep or hate for work?

Seriously, thinking of napping, I'm saddened by the fact that I'm not going to be able to nap until Friday, and even then, it's questionable.