Taking a nap, when I was growing up, was something one got old enough at about the age of three not to have to do anymore. And I emphatically thought of myself as grown up by the time I was three.
I’m convinced by the research suggesting that an afternoon break invariably gives a person more energy over all, but even in Spain when everyone else went took a siesta, I kept to my grown up schedule.
But I am now at last giving in occasionally. Even just twenty minutes lying down in mid-afternoon gives me the evenings in a way that another cup of coffee or something more to eat than I need ever does.
Besides that, I never look back at a siesta with regret the way I do about that extra dollop of sugar-saturated excess.
Nonetheless, I seem to be a slow learner when it comes to taking a nap. I impress myself as being pretty dumb sometimes.