During this mid-winter season, one filled with lots of snow and ice, I’m contemplating the art of hibernation. What I mean by that is I plan to spend as many hours as possible under a down comforter reading a book, and then drifting off and having one delicious day dream after another.
I think most people in our culture would be saner, nicer, and happier if they got more sleep—not only in the hibernating season, but all year round. In the category “most people” I’m including my two teenagers and my husband. They’re all bears when they don’t get enough down time.
I’m in the same category, too. So I try to follow my grandmother’s advice to get plenty of beauty sleep. To clarify, she would define beauty in a different way than looking like a fashion model. In her world beauty is as beauty behaves. Exhaustion is never pretty, in any sense of the word.