It takes a good four hours to recover from lunch. I'm told you eventually get used to it and over time are perfectly capable of doing something better than fighting off sleep and belching through the afternoon hours. But in a desperate search to remain positive I do remember what I always thought was a totally ridiculous rule which was that you shouldn't go swimming after lunch. I guess now I know why, a person could very easily fall asleep in his water wings and be carried over the Murchison Falls, drown and then be eaten by Crocodile. There'll be debate of course, and yet I'll insist that such a mode of rapture falls into the category of both idyllic and unique, when put beside the more mundane alternatives.
One possibility is the afternoon lie down. A quick nap during which the
digestive juices have their chance to get on with it, and then the body awakes
refreshed and ready to go. Sadly the occasional afternoon rest experiment,
hasn't gone well. I go out like a light and wake up three hours later
feeling like a rabid Wolverine, biting and snarling at anything that moves. Then
there's the option of reading quitely. And here I have had some luck, cheered up
mightily by the wit of the European Union who responded to the challenge of
steel and aluminum import tariffs with the challenge of import tariffs of
their own. Pelosi's California, a tariff on Levi Jeans. Ryan's Wisconsin, a
tariff on Harley Davidson, and here at home in McConnell's Kentucky, a tariff on
perfectly aged, real bourbon. Bourbon in Kentucky is an 8.5 billion dollar
industry, 17,500 jobs in the state, 800 million dollars in wages, not to mention
300 million dollars in exports and all the additional acres of corn Kentucky
farmers are growing for an increasing demand from the distilleries.