This afternoon I went downstairs for a short nap and quiet time to work on the discussion I will be leading tonight on The Death of Ivan Ilych by Tolstoy. I had tried working at my desk but Clark sat down by me and couldn't stop talking. He had had a headache and the Excedrin he took killed the pain and kicked him into nonstop-talking mode. Some time later as I sat in the front room organizing my thoughts and writing down notes Phil came in to see what I was doing, then in came Clark and Cherlyn and finally Paul. As we talked and laughed together Paul started feeling drowsy. He stretched out on the couch and put his feet in Clark's lap. Forty-five minutes later Clark was still sitting there not wanting to disturb his sleeping father.