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Sunday afternoon naps are my thing.
My basement is fantastic. One tiny window that I've curtained off. If the upstairs is 72, it's a cozy 62 down there.
On Sundays I'll watch the Royals game, lean back in the recliner and drift off into a blissful coma. Solid cold napping in the pitch black. It's the best.
Sundays are for recovery. Sleep in late, get an hour nap in and then to bed at a decent time.
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