A fire burns, cats nap and I catnap as Tony spans two continents and plays with guns

It happened again, kind of like yesterday, but nobody would knock on the door and no church was involved. Late in the afternoon, I got so drowsy I could hardly keep my eyes open. I settled down on the recliner. Anthony Bourdain was on TV, in Spain. I did close my eyes. Two cats settled down on me. Just to my left, a fire burned in the woodstove and it felt so pleasant and warm. Then the world became dreamy and hazy and I am pretty sure I fell asleep because the next time I opened my eyes there was only one cat on me and Anthony Bourdain was no longer in Spain, but in New Mexico having fun playing with guns, Western-style.