The power of prayerful washing-up

My days pass largely in a state of inanition. The fit and able-bodied express their sympathy, claiming it’s much the same for them. ‘How are you?’ ‘I’m sleeping all the time.’ ‘Oh, but so are we in this terrible heat!’

Meanwhile the young get browner and more beautiful every day while going on with their energetic lives as if affected by the heat scarcely at all.