Word: nap
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...since then, and nursery school programs with it. In fact, most are no longer called nursery school, but something staid and serious instead—something like “Pre-Primary Preparatory Education.” The rugs and water tables of yore have been replaced with desks, nap time with tests, and hugs and Ginger the pet bunny with grades and a stiff pat on the back. I doubt many of us could have survived such an atmosphere, let alone get in to such a rigorous program. I know I couldn?...
...proverb would have you believe. If arriving from Tokyo or Osaka, begin your ascent at Fujinomiya 5th station?a convenient trailhead?and bank on a five-hour trek to the top. Rest huts along the way sell noodles and will rent you a lumpy futon for a quick nap. There are also vending machines selling beer, hot tea and?you guessed it?Fuji Film disposable cameras...
...proverb would have you believe. If arriving from Tokyo or Osaka, begin your ascent at Fujinomiya 5th station - a convenient trailhead - and bank on a five-hour trek to the top. Rest huts along the way sell noodles and will rent you a lumpy futon for a quick nap. There are also vending machines selling beer, hot tea and - you guessed it - Fuji Film disposable cameras. Yushan, Taiwan, 3,952 m Icy winds and dicey switchbacks may not be every climber's cup of Milo, but for those who reach the summit of Taiwan's tallest peak...
...people must have closely examined their approximately 58-point platform. Indeed, just as the Moore-Nichols website assured me, I did fall asleep reading it. In fact, I was so motivated by my three-hour nap that I made it to Glazer-Capp’s point 41: “Post Shuttle Times.” In a classic case of the interplay between astonishment, rest and Gordon’s vodka, I promptly printed a shuttle schedule and duct-taped it myself to the stone column framing Johnston Gate on my way to an unofficial Moore-Nichols party...
...their first campaign rally together on July 7. The Veep hunt had proceeded just the way Kerry wanted it: smoothly, surefootedly and secretly, right up to the moment when John Edwards' selection was announced. A beaming Kerry was popping in and out of the cabin. Edwards was catching a nap, his ever present Diet Coke on the tray of the armrest next to him; his wife Elizabeth was reading. But across the aisle, campaign manager Mary Beth Cahill was explaining her biggest worry to TIME. "August." Cahill said simply. "We haven't figured out how we get through August...