7 Ramadhan, 1446
The Missus saw fit to comment earlier in the day that I seemed very weak, and she was not wrong. I found it difficult to stay awake from the moment I got out of bed. I'd intended to get a good deal of reading done and some focused listening to sweet sounds, but spent a good deal of time dozing. Happily, enough. But lazily so in retrospect.
It was a good thing, then, that we'd arranged a meet-up with the gang at Woodlands to break the fast. The evening turned out suitably lively, in some part making up for the lack of direction of the rest of the day. And now I'm making ready for bed, intending to do a bit of reading to make up for the lack thereof during the hours of daylight.
I'm pretty sure, by the way, that I'll sleep well. My body is telling me I very much needed to catch-up on the zzzzzs, a sign that the day has not exactly been wasted after all.
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