Midday musing

The neighborhood in the middle of the day is a quiet place. It's almost spooky. People walk the streets on their own. Plumbers and Fed-Ex vans populate the road. Where are all the kids? Surely they can't all be at camp, can they? I wonder how many people are actually home. You have pregnant women who are cleaning everything in preparation for their babies. Mums at home with babies. People working from home. I'm impressed that those folks get anything done. Maybe they are the folks walking the pavement alone at the middle of the day - going to a cafe for coffee and company. People who are sick. People who are on vacation. People who do not have a job. People who work at night. There must be a surprising amount of people home right now at 12.27 on a Friday afternoon.

I imagine that most of the at home people are on their own. Lots of houses with one lone person working, thinking. Is the TV on in these houses? These are the people buying those small soap magazines you find at the supermarket checkout. The ones that are dedicated to one soap. How many people are napping? Why does a nap always happen on the days that you are not really doing much, instead of the crazy busy work days. I guess because you have time to nap. Naps always make me feel worse. I wake up disorientated and annoyed. I'd love to master the 10 minute power nap - mine always seem to stretch to 30 minutes or more. If you add that to the 9 hours I get every night, I'm a lazy bones. Oh, sleep how I will miss thee.