Sleepy Nap Time

I have horrible insomnia. It's something that has been with me since early childhood. My parents would put me to bed long before bedtime with the hope I could take that extra time to talk myself to sleep. The only times in my life I recall getting really excellent sleep (without medicinal help) are the six months following the births of my children. They were good sleepers as babies, yes, but I think I was just so exhausted that I could actually fall asleep in an instant. No tossing and turning for hours, just my head on the pillow and the express train to dreamland.

My blessed husband can fall asleep any time, any place, in less than a minute. I'm sure it has something to do with years of touring where he had to catch sleep on tour buses and planes and 20 minute breaks on benches in the back of the theater. This trait of his makes me jealous, plain and simple. For me to fall asleep, everything has to be perfect. Which is why I'm awed by the daily habit of construction workers throughout Macau. They take a daily afternoon siesta. On their construction equipment.

Or just any horizontal surface. No matter how busy the city is around them.

This guy was snoring. Loudly. Color me jealous.