I slept way too much this last weekend.  Something about living in Sebastopol forces me to nap.  And they’re good naps too, like soft, dreamy naps where all there is to hear is the breeze and the leaves and the occasional sound of children in the distance.  I’m not kidding.  It makes me sleepy just thinking about it.

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