"So much in writing depends on the superficiality of one's days. One may be preoccupied with shopping and income tax returns and chance conversations, but the stream of the unconscious continues to flow undisturbed, solving problems, planning ahead: one sits down sterile and dispirited at the desk, and suddenly the words came as though from the air. The situations that seemed blocked in a hopeless impasse move forward: the work has been done while one slept or shopped or talked with friends"from Graham Greene's The End of the Affair.
This afternoon, chocolate sunlight streams through sheer curtains. Behind them, smoke spins from chimneys into brilliant blue and shovel rests against grey garage, a foot deep in snow.
House is quiet, the foul mood of my nearly daily afternoon malaise wiped away by a nap.
It's true. Sometimes all it takes to solve the "flow of problems," crankiness, or "existential despair" (as a friend recently described to me in an e-mail) is to sleep on it.
The afternoon nap: though it often garners a bad reputation for being "unproductive," "lazy," or a "waste of time," I like to take it anyway when I can.
For me, it seems to boost my moods and productivity by eons when I'm sinking under the heat of that "noonday devil" which makes all the world's problems (and my own) seem to fester and seethe in larger-than-life proportions.
Didn't Winston Churchill even make use of a "napping couch" during WWII?
"Puzzles?" spoke "the mother" in last night's episode of How I Met Your Mother. "What kind of name is that for a bar?
"Or maybe..." she continues, with a dramatic pause. "That's the puzzle!"
Ha ha. Okay. Sometimes problems just need some comic relief, especially at day's end.
For today, may you find some time to "sleep on it."
May rest open constricted flow of thought, allowing sunlight to stream into your refreshed mind.
May you find the solution to at least one of your puzzles!