“If people were meant to pop out of bed, we'd all sleep in

toasters.”

- Jim Davis

Today is not just another day, it's my day off.

A day off to me is a lot like a little vacation that you don't have to travel to enjoy. All you just have to do is not go to work.

As I see it, there really are only two approaches to having a day off. One is that you can make no plans and just relax. Or you can go out and do something.

My decision in this debate has already been made for me when I look out the window. As is typical, it's been sunny and warm for the past work week, but now, it's like nature is trying to try my patience because not only is it going to rain all day but it might even turn to snow later tonight. Can you tell my overflowing joy at that forecast?

At this point in the year I am not suffering “cabin fever” but I've actually developed a case of “cabin coma.” Traditionally, I would be all grumpy about having my day off ruined by showers but not today. I have a plan. I'll go out to breakfast and then I'm going to take a long nap.

Napping, by all accounts, is a pretty straight-forward activity. There is no special equipment needed. You don't have to get in shape or be in the “zone” to partake of its pleasures. Plus there are no rules or penalties; I mean it's not like you can do it wrong.

Also, you can do it in so many ways. You can sleep like a log, a bear, or even like a baby.

Personally, I never want to sleep like a baby. From what I can recall the last time I was one, I always wet the bed, and with the price of sheets and detergent nowadays it would definitely get expensive.

Just about the only decision you do have to make to enjoy this luxury is deciding on the location. For me, the choices are simple; bed or couch.

Granted there have been times when I have “fallen asleep.” Mostly during office meetings, any movie that is described as a romantic comedy, or just about anytime Honey starts talking about what color I should paint the bathroom. (Seriously, what man wants to spend an hour reading a magazine in a pink bathroom?) But these are moments that I don't count as napping so much as merely “nodding off” or, as I like to look at it, practice, for when the real event starts.

Sort of like when baseball players swing two bats before they step up to the plate. It's just a warm-up. With the weather on my side, I've decided to pull a kamikaze and crash on the couch.

Some might call it lazy, but I think it's healthy to have a day where you do nothing. Sundays have often been called the day of rest. Today, I plan on proving that point.

Auburn native Bradley Molloy's column appears here, each

Sunday, in The Citizen.

He can be reached at lovonian@hotmail.com