One of the unexpected by-products of doing the 'Isha' prayer, the last prayer of the day, can be a heightened awareness of just how weary one's body has been rendered by the physical (and possibly mental) demands of the day. I experienced such a reminder just now. This old body registered itself as not merely creaky but crumpled if not crumbling.
Some years ago this would have conjured some degree of alarm. Now I am aware of a mild interest, a sense of gentle amusement, something suspiciously akin to accomplishment.
(That said, it will be a relief when the mechanism heaves itself out of bed on the morrow and gets the show on the road again - a state of affairs by no means guaranteed.)
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