I've always napped. We and a nap-loving friend have taken to calling it "blankie time" (she naps in her own bed, us in ours, just to make that clear). Although I can skip a day now and then if I'm out and busy, most days it's a must. And a delight. Earlier in my marriage, we called it "slug huddling." (The slug part probably was evocative of a bit of guilt, but deep down I always knew we were doing good.)

So thanks, Scott, for all the good science sharing.