I enjoy sleeping during the day. It's something only the unemployed can do. But lately it's become difficult because of my family. They have this habit of standing around near my door and talking. Fair enough, really. It is the dining room, the back door is just there and there are chairs and a table nearby. But I was lying there listening to it this morning when something odd struck me. When I'm awake and my door's open, they all avoid the area. Maybe they don't like the idea of someone sitting a coupla feet from them and ignoring them.