I got an email from a friend of mine the other day recounting his new-found propensity for Sunday afternoon naps as he approaches the Big 6-0. As part of his email, he wrote: “Enjoy the weekend. The red-winged blackbirds have once again invaded my backyard, and I get a kick out of listening from my bedroom as they “trill me” to Nod-Land on Sunday afternoon. Yeah, life’s too short to spend too much weekend at the office. Sixty’s only 11 months away.”I can agree with his sentiment about the joys of an afternoon Sunday nap, having already reached that age ...