After working so hard on the court, I find that snacks help me avoid late-afternoon energy lows.
Then blessings on thee, my afternoon torpor Thou makest a prince of a mental porpor.
I never drink coffee at lunch. I find it keeps me awake for the afternoon.
This afternoon held that special quality of mournful emptiness I've connected with late Sunday afternoons ever since childhood: the feeling of having nothing to do.
I'm always up before everybody else. I also crash at 3 o'clock when everybody's at their prime.
Short naps are good. Given modern workplace demands, this is not possible for many people - but if you have the option, try napping for ten to twenty minutes in the afternoon, preferably lying down in a darkened room.
I usually don't get this pretty at 3 o'clock.
In the afternoon, it's impossible to put down any new words. I don't even try.
I don't teach anymore, but I can still clearly see fifth period after lunch - that's a real tough time to teach. And I tried to imagine writing a story that would appeal to those kids - even when they're tired, even when they're bouncing off the walls.
I wake up very early in the morning. I like to start in the dark, and I never work at night, because my brain is evaporated by 4 P.M.
I can get moody sometimes when I wake up after a nap - I'm like a four-year-old.
It's always morning for me until 4 in the afternoon.
Sunday afternoons are the longest afternoons of all.
The unconscious mind has a habit of asserting itself in the afternoon.
Sunday morning may be cheery enough, with its extra cup of coffee and litter of Sunday newspapers, but there is always hanging over it the ominous threat of 3 P.M., when the sun gets around to the back windows and life stops dead in its tracks.
Never drink black coffee at lunch; it will keep you awake all afternoon.
I have a habit of needing cake or chocolate when I get an energy dip around 4 P.M. I wish I could stop.
