I am woman, hear me snore

The last closet, napping, is officially busted open. Geez, it's quiet in here!

Bloggers are admitting that they sleep at work; employers are beginning to provide nap facilities.

Who needs a nap?

The older worker, the sleep-deprived parent, the young bucks who hit the clubs at night, then sag during the day. People with health issues, people struggling with draining life transitions, women whose menopausal symptoms include raging insomnia, those on 4:30 am international calls... does that leave anyone out?

Sleep is the most alluring benefit of all.

Twenty-eight years ago I worked for a bastion of corporate finance, a huge, profitable and benevolently paternalistic company. They had a nap room with four cots partitioned by drapes.

"Our older gentleman like a rest at lunch time", one of the staff nurses told me. A quarter of a century later, I've joined the postprandial snoozers, but take my naps at home. (I live and work downtown.)

Some workplaces have created similar rooms. Google, renowned for its welcoming workplace, has nap pods like the one at left, where you can kip cozily. (Though the photo reminds me of Woody Allen playing a reluctant sperm in "Everything You Always Wanted to Know About Sex.")

We're all big kids. A half-hour nap after lunch comforts, revives, and is a healthier boost than yet another latte.