I’m not much of a napper, even though I grew up in the Middle East and was conditioned to seeing the adults in my life taking afternoon naps on a regular basis.  I’m the sort of person that once I’m up, that’s it - there is no way I can go back to sleep unless it is after 9 p.m.  In fact, the only times I’ve ever taken naps is when I’m jet-lagged (think overseas-I-just-spent-time-halfway-across-the-world-jet-lag) and my system is totally messed up.  For some crazy reason, I napped A LOT today.  I spent the afternoon finishing up reading The Saffron Kitchen (highly recommended) and became really sleepy.  I ended up napping on and off for about five or six hours (perhaps more).  Weird!  I wonder what’s wrong with me.  It’s now 9 p.m. and I feel like I need to reclaim my lost Saturday!