Listening to an album

Insomniac on Sunday night three weeks ago, I opened a beer can, put earbuds in my ears and listened to Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band the way music (other than ambient music) should be listened to: sometimes mouthing the words, sometimes just listening, sometimes taking a gulp, sometimes puffing on an e-cig, sometimes reclining, sometimes in ardha padmasana, but always concentrating on the music. I hadn't done that for months, if not years, and it elated me accordingly.