It's surprising how quickly one physically and mentally adjusts to new situations. I'm no longer quite so frequently subject to those let's-just-have-a-quick-snack-&-cup-of-tea moments, though only a few days into the fast. Past experience tells me with some confidence that there won't be any such moments at all in the second half of the month. Which is in itself a lesson learned regarding our ability to re-progamme our appetites.
Does this mean that the fast becomes easier? Perhaps, but it's never easy. Although one day may seem to pass fairly effortlessly that day is still set against a backdrop of a whole month, in which anything can happen to bring you down: illness, emotional upset, a moment of forgetfulness. (It's important to bear in mind that the fast extends beyond simply eating and drinking. A moment of excessive anger is enough to invalidate your efforts - so you never really quite know whether you have been successful at all. A bit like life, really.)
So on a fairly lazy Sunday fasting seems pretty easy. But early on Monday morning, with the work week stretching out like Black Hill in a particularly wet and windy and muddy season, it won't have quite the same complexion.
22.20
Just back from Woodlands, we drove through the lights at night at Geylang Serai for the first time this month: blue & green with splashes of yellow. Cantiknya. Earlier we visited Norsiah's father in Changi Hospital, where he's recovering from a heart attack. He was grumpy about being in there at all, which is a good sign, I guess.
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