*yawn

My natural naptime is always 3:30 pm. I hit the wall right around this time of the afternoon, rain or shine, tropics or desert, summer or winter, just like clockwork. Especially if I've had a hearty lunch.

Today after a long weekend of sickness, a morning of fieldwork outside digging holes, and a cheeseburger at a biker bar with the guys for a lunch break, I caught myself staring at an X-cell spreadsheet and humming the standard drawn-out doorbell tune.

I definitely need to transplant myself in a siesta culture.