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One weekend afternoon, Rob was napping, and I was doing the dishes. [...]

A small meeting this afternoon, with one older and one younger man. [...]

An occasion at Philip’s home at about three o’clock in the afternoon, in connection with his family. [...]

We shall start with your experience, Joseph, of this afternoon. [...]

The morning hours are better than the afternoon hours. [...]

[...] Jim T. reported that this afternoon, upon being invited to attend a session by Jim B., he felt his scalp distinctly crawl on three separate occasions; lifting up as though it would detach itself. [...]

(This afternoon Jim Tennant, who was scheduled to be a witness tonight, called Jane at the gallery and told her he would be unable to attend the session because his wife is in the hospital.

(This afternoon Jane told me that in her sleep last night she’d had bleed-throughs from Seth about the material to come next in his book. [...]

[...] That afternoon we talked with a real estate agent, Debbie [not her real name], whom we’ve known for some time. [...]

(I had prepared the usual test envelope that Wednesday afternoon while Jane was napping, as she usually does on session days. [...]

(A rather crazy experience today—I will separate it into parts as it was divided, part in the morning and part in the afternoon. [...]

[...] The features do not remind me of anyone I know, although there is a resemblance between them and a black and white ink- and-wash drawing I have for sale at the gallery where Jane is employed afternoons. [...]

(Jane and I were inside “our” hill house for only the second time this afternoon. [...]

[...] I lay down to try a projection one Friday afternoon last January — my last projection experiment for the winter. [...]

[...] I usually spend every Sunday afternoon walking on the beach. [...]

(“Seth, what do you think about Jane talking to the students at Elmira College this afternoon?”)

[...] Five in the afternoon is also beneficial from this standpoint. [...]

(This afternoon Jane and I outlined a “credo” for her that we hoped she could follow back to the productive endeavors she loves so much: writing, poetry, painting, the sessions, the mail, cooking, feeding our cats, Billy and Mitzi, and so forth. [...]

[...] Going out in the yard (as Jane did this afternoon in a wheelchair, accompanied by her nurse) was an excellent case in point, important on practical and symbolic levels.

[...] Though I was very tempted to stay, I left my friends, promising to return that afternoon.