Well, Will, I have FOS .... Fear of Snoozing. Because I know that if for some reason that little ten-minute alarm thingy fails to function, an entire cast and crew will be sitting on that soundstage glaring at me as I walk in. The horror of that image is what prevents me from loving that thing you love. I wake up, eyes wide open, and force my body out of bed. I turn to look at that bed, that quilt, that PILLOW with a longing that you describe so beautifully up there. But I am fated to be that fireman in Gas-town you also so beautifully describe up there. Now Saturdays ... no three-alarm fires then.
I can't snooze anymore. It may be that "closer to death thing" you get when you're...you know, closer to death. Plus the bladder thing. But I do love luxuriating in the warmth of our bed with a cup of coffee before starting the day. And I do love me the occasional nap, which effectively extends the concept of hitting the snooze button all the way to the afternoon.
I'm not exactly a snoozer, but I like to give myself 7 minutes (sometimes 10) to catch up on Twitter and other phone apps before rising out of the bed.
Much more a napper than a snoozer. Once I'm up, some necessity chases me out of bed. An afternoon nap, however, is planned relaxation and revitalization. Must be the best kind of senior moment.
Well, Will, I have FOS .... Fear of Snoozing. Because I know that if for some reason that little ten-minute alarm thingy fails to function, an entire cast and crew will be sitting on that soundstage glaring at me as I walk in. The horror of that image is what prevents me from loving that thing you love. I wake up, eyes wide open, and force my body out of bed. I turn to look at that bed, that quilt, that PILLOW with a longing that you describe so beautifully up there. But I am fated to be that fireman in Gas-town you also so beautifully describe up there. Now Saturdays ... no three-alarm fires then.
As always, love your posts!
When I have to go to work I don’t snooze. But I do give myself a good 15-20min to lay in bed and contemplate life before getting up.
If I don’t have anywhere to be, I love snoozing. My record is 4 hours. How that is possible, I still don’t know.
I can't snooze anymore. It may be that "closer to death thing" you get when you're...you know, closer to death. Plus the bladder thing. But I do love luxuriating in the warmth of our bed with a cup of coffee before starting the day. And I do love me the occasional nap, which effectively extends the concept of hitting the snooze button all the way to the afternoon.
I'm not exactly a snoozer, but I like to give myself 7 minutes (sometimes 10) to catch up on Twitter and other phone apps before rising out of the bed.
Never snooze—clearly I have been cheated, by myself it appears. Will work on that in my dotage….🤠
i’m actually do not love snoozing but i do love letting out a guttural sound of primal pleasure. so that’s close enough right?
Much more a napper than a snoozer. Once I'm up, some necessity chases me out of bed. An afternoon nap, however, is planned relaxation and revitalization. Must be the best kind of senior moment.