Ripeness

There's a rich, royal, relaxing version of being weary that one sometimes gets to enjoy at the end of a week's work that speaks of a kind of fulfilment. I'm enjoying something like that tonight. I could have nodded off quite easily just after the maghrib prayer, especially as I was lying down, listening to a Mozart piano concerto - no. 22, KV482 - and that was putting everything into proportion. But we needed to go to Parkway for cooking purposes and so off we went, and I thoroughly enjoyed drowsily shopping around, eating some porridge and buying precisely nothing. If this sounds inordinately self-satisfied, let me assure you it's meant to.