One of the nice things about not having a set working environment, where I am confined by someone else’s work schedule, is that I can lie down in the afternoon and take a nap. For me, mid-afternoon is when my biorhythm is on a low ebb, and I enjoy not having to struggle to keep my eyes open.
Shorthly after closing my eyes, I often find myself chuckling at what I am experiencing. Just below the surface of my everyday consciousness, there is an aspect of me that has a lot to say and is eager to say it. I understand that I am not only the quiet, mild-manned person that I usually present in my waking life. The experience makes me realize that there are a few jokers in my subconscious deck. I am not quite ready to remove my glasses and rip off my shirt to reveal my uniform underneath (Clark Kent was my hero), but I sometimes feel that I am not far from it.
Dale, I hope that this confession is not too psychologically revealing for the C & F pub forum.
I’m often at low ebb in the mid-afternoon. Sometimes when it’s really bad I’m able to take a lunchtime nap by hiding in a quiet corner (e.g the stairs) with my mobile phone alarm set. I just conk out completely.
