I got that nap I wasn’t told I couldn’t have. I was out for 2 hours and 15 minutes, and awoke with a seriously fuzzy ability to discern between “real” and “imagined.” That’s how you can tell a nap was a really good one — when your brain has to bootstrap at wake-up time, because everything it had cached, paused, or suspended is suddenly suspect.
You know how, on older, slower machines with too many utilities installed, Windows LOOKS like it’s loaded, but the apps you want to run still have to wait for other stuff to load? That’s how my brain is right now. There are still things loading into headspace as I’m trying to write, and the cranial tools I need for parsing words (and coming up with things like “headspace” and “cranial”) are starved for processing cycles.
I figure that if I wait long enough my head will be clear, but about that time the screensaver will probably kick in and