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(We usually sleep six hours at night, then supplement this with a half-hour nap late in the afternoon. [...]

[...] [Yet I’ve had to modify my schedule in order to find the additional time required for the preparation of this manuscript: I paint in the mornings and do this work in the afternoons.]

[...] The pendulum helped her out here this afternoon.

[...] This afternoon, “off and on for almost an hour,” as she put it, her eyesight had improved remarkably as she sat working at her desk. [...]

(Seth’s material here on the use of the will came about, I think, as a result of some older material I gave Jane to read this afternoon. [...]

(Both of us wanted Seth to discuss the sudden relaxation of her upper body that Jane experienced last Friday afternoon when we made love. [...]

[...] Then, as we were passing through the outskirts of West Elmira late in the afternoon, I spontaneously turned onto an avenue that we’d first traveled on February 4.

(“Dream, Saturday afternoon, March 11, 1978.

I remember writing this poem on one of a series of dreary afternoons in which it seemed that life in general had little meaning.

Dictation: Ruburt was working with alterations of consciousness this afternoon. [...]

(One afternoon during my illness, as I lay drowsily in bed, I had two distinct impressions. [...]

(While taking a nap late this afternoon, Jane had the dream detailed page 139.

(This afternoon Jane and I took my parents to the hospital in Sayre; mother for an ear examination, father to be admitted to the psychiatric ward. [...]

[...] Of course we knew what Seth had suggested during last Wednesday’s session, and his advice was valuable; at the same time we’d been strongly inclined to make the purchase after looking at the house anew that Wednesday afternoon. [...]

[...] Jane had been writing about the incident this afternoon and I had wondered aloud if Seth could give more data on this. [...]

[...] By the time I returned from the art gallery on those winter afternoons, it was already dark. [...]

[...] It was a stone house with a fireplace; September, damp and foggy in the afternoon, about four o’clock. [...]

(This afternoon at 2 PM a very large tree limb fell just outside our living room windows, where I type up these sessions.

(Before starting work this afternoon I studied my favorite tree for a while, noticing that the force of the wind had begun to peel back large sections of bark from some of the middle limbs. [...]

(While we waited for Seth to come through I read to Jane a couple of pages of rather disorganized material and notes I’d been working on this afternoon and evening. [...]

(For the record, I note here that I also experienced the same sensation, in the same hand, for a few minutes on last Sunday afternoon, December 13, while working in my studio. [...]

[...] This will prevent Miss Callahan from attempting the stairs, at least for this purpose, and it is during the afternoon periods that concern is felt here.