There is hardly anything more relaxing that giving oneself permission to take a cap.
Our usual Saturday afternoon involves nothing more strenuous than eating lunch, reading a book and taking a nap. For the past few days I have been napping in the hammock. Rik set it up on its stand between the two apple trees, which cast dappled sunlight and shade over all. The hammock's gentle swaying eases me into the ultimate nap experience. Perhaps I've been reading a book. At some point I am not actually reading any more; the book slips to my chest, I take off my glasses, and soon nothing but gentle snores permeate the yard. An hour can easily go by without my realizing it.
Now that's Shabbes!