By Elizabeth Prata
I always thought the Sunday nap was because I was tired. During quarantine, I’ve begun to think otherwise.
And on the seventh day God finished his work that he had done, and he rested on the seventh day from all his work that he had done. 3So God blessed the seventh day and made it holy, because on it God rested from all his work that he had done in creation. (Genesis 2:2-3).
I’m blessed to have a regular Monday-through-Friday work week, daytime hours. On Saturday I run around and do errands and cleaning and stuff that I’ve put off during the work week. So it’s like a 6th work day. Thus, when I get to Sunday, I’m tired. I go to church and I take a nap, and that is about all I do.
But during this time of pandemic where we are told to remain socially distant from others, work has stopped, I’m quarantined inside my home. I am not tired on most days anymore. Oh, sure, when the work-stoppage first occurred, I napped to burn off the sleep debt and stress that had accumulated. But after the first week of quarantine, the need for naps stopped.
Except on Sunday. Continue reading “The much needed “Sunday nap””