Here I am, taking up pen and paper again after a long winter’s nap. The first part of the day, before I slept, felt like being in a haze, under water — but at the time it felt normal. Not until I woke up from the nap did I realize how clear my mind is in comparison.

How often do people just plow through their day, making choices and decisions in a befuddled haze, when they just need to take a good nap?

But enough. What is it that my more-clear brain wants to share with the world? “Take more naps.” Oooh, profound.

The first thing that happened when I woke up was Summer, the puppy, stuck her nose in my ear. I laughed and grabbed at her, and we wrestled for a bit on the bed. So there’s another message from my cleared-up brain: Play with the puppy.

My brain has been as clogged as my sinuses of late. It feels more like a bad cold than you-know-what, but I have limited my contact with the outside world in these timid times. I am still sniffling, but my mind seems less clogged. Or perhaps it is that I haven’t picked up my iPhone today. Perhaps it’s the electronic toy that pulls the drapes across my mind.

My cleared-up brain cries: Leave the iPhone alone.

So: Take more naps. Play with the puppy. Leave the iPhone alone. Could there be three more sound bits of advice for a better life?

Published by WarrenBluhm

Wordsmith and podcaster, Warren is a reporter, editor and storyteller who lives near the shores of Green Bay with his wife, two golden retrievers, Dejah and Summer, and Blackberry, an insistent cat. Author of It's Going to Be All Right, Echoes of Freedom Past, Full, Refuse to be Afraid, Gladness is Infectious, 24 flashes, How to Play a Blue Guitar, Myke Phoenix: The Complete Novelettes, A Bridge at Crossroads, The Imaginary Bomb, A Scream of Consciousness, and The Imaginary Revolution.

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