Perhaps it’s because I’m still behind on my sleep from Christmas.  Yesterday afternoon while idly staring out the window of the Port-Swiller kitchen as I emptied the dishwasher, I happened to notice a fox.  He was in full sunlight on a little hump of ground, 20 or 30 feet out from the tree line of the woods behind the house, and he was absolutely out cold.  (Indeed, I thought he was dead at first.)  I have never seen an animal so completely and utterly relaxed, basking in the sun’s rays with a smile on its face and not a single thing on its mind.

And after staring at it for a little, I began to get so sleepy myself that I almost curled up into a ball then and there on the kitchen floor.