25 Ramadhan, 1439
The degree to which I've adjusted to the demands of the fast became apparent in the late afternoon when I realised that no thought of eating or, more pertinently, drinking had occurred to me despite being engaged in some heavy duty cleaning duties on a very hot day. At the moment of actually thinking the thought I was aware of a lack of desire to break the fast and a complete acceptance of the conditions of the fast. A sense that this is the way things are and have to be.
Later on, at the breaking of the fast, I experienced a similar kind of acceptance. There was no great pleasure involved in finally drinking, just a feeling of rightness that it was time to do so.