Poems by Brother Ollie: the Tired Monk
This is a different and wonderful way of saying you're tired. I quite enjoy it.
I love the napping monk! I am sitting here in fleece long underwear AND a fleece robe, looking out at the brrrrrrrrrrr frosty white. Nap sounds perfect!
The world is a baby that needs a nap Olie. Good one.
rest, get fresh air...creative expression, masterful job.happy 2011,
We create our own choice - whether night or afternoon naps. Great!
Succintly said. Most parents discover that the joy a baby brings is tinged with sleep debt...thank goodnes for afternoon naps for all!
Thanks for helping with the development of Olsonomics.