Naps... Take them where they fall, Part 2

Rob's cousin, Karin, recently posted about the fickle nature of naps/nappers. Here at Chez Merrill, Greta surprised me with a nap yesterday while I took a very short phone call to give alternate directions to Gardner and Jay, who were stuck in turnpike traffic. I was reading a story in her bedroom when the phone rang, and ran downstairs to use the computer for a new travel plan. She called from the top of the stairs and asked me to finish the story; I told her I would be right up. About 5 minutes later, this is how I found my sleeping beauty: