Mumble, mumble, sleepy, mumble.

Dave the trainer is off in NYC this week so I decided that a nap was more important than going to the gym. Yesterday I was tired but my co-workers convinced me to play 9-holes of golf. Today I was falling asleep while I was talking. The weird part of my nap was that I was dreaming about walking around a golf course, looking for my ball.

I stayed up too late yesterday reading the new Jack Reacher novel. I really ought to figure out how to force myself to go to sleep on time.