Blister and Napping

I have a blister on the big toe of my right foot. It's not a bad one, but it's annoying and throbs slightly. I got it from pounding the pavement yesterday looking for the mono Beatles box set. My search didn't yield any positive results and now I have this blister.

It feels better now that I've popped it.

Sea Monkey is sleeping, Punk Boy is sleeping. I am therefore enjoying a moment of solitude this morning. I topped it off with a homemade (not by me) grilled cinnamon bun. I'm debating crawling back into bed for a little nap. It's pro-active to my sleeping pattern, but its so glorious all the same. Napping is such a gluttonous thing to do, it is a completely selfish thing to do. I know these moments are rare and with Punk Boy being off work, I know this is a rare thing and I should take advantage. But I feel awful sleeping in until noon. Something so nice about crawling back into that bed, burrowing under the covers and closing my eyes. I started writing about this topic in order to convince myself to stay up, but instead, I think I've convinced myself to go back to my warm bed...

To nap...