With apologies to Billy Shakespeare

To nap, or not to nap, that is the question:
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of staying awake,
Or to take Arms against a Sea of fatigue,
And by opposing end it: to nap, to sleep
some more; and by a sleep, to say we end
the brain-fog, and the thousand natural pains
that Flesh is heir to? ‘Tis a consummation
devoutly to be wished. To nap, to sleep,
To sleep, perchance to wake; aye, there’s the rub,
for from that sleep of naps, what late nights come,
when we have shuffled off these daytime clothes,
must give us pause. There’s the restlessness
that makes laying awake of so long night…

From my Facebook memories of 22 May 2017.