It was a bad one last night. In a most corrupt display, after my younger brother and I had finished watching T.V. for the evening just ahead of midnight, I resisted getting to bed and instead wasted numerous physical resources by sitting here at my computer.
It was a little after 2:30 a.m. before I betook myself to bed, sickened with myself for denying myself precious hours of sleep.
I think that it was around 5:30 a.m. when I rose just to turn my computer back on and log into it so that it would be all set for later use.
When I next checked the time after some further sleep, I think it may have been working toward 7:00 a.m., so I rose ─ the day's content assignment for the post I am constructing at one of my six hosted websites was still before me.
It's possible that I rose even earlier than what I have suggested ─ I may have risen by 6:30 a.m. or even earlier, for I knew that my eldest stepson had not risen to go to work. He usually rises around 6:00 a.m., so I must have risen closer to that hour in order to know for certain that he had not bothered to get himself up for work.
My brother was to rise before I had quite completed that post content work, so there was to be no immediate return to bed for more sleep. At 10:00 a.m. as I almost always do during the workweek, I joined him downstairs in the living room to operate our T9 Android 8.1 TV Box to fetch up some entertainment beyond the basic cable offerings he has to select from (he doesn't know how to wield the Android TV Box).
Yestermorn I had tuned in a movie for us to watch, but I cancelled out of it after a bit better than five minutes ─ it was abominable.
However, this morning I opted to give it a second go and sit past the 10-minute mark to see if maybe it could redeem itself.
It did not. The wretched movie was titled Chi-Raq.
If everyone in the world who consumed music had my tastes, rap music would have absolutely no market. I would not accept a huge box of rap CDs if someone wanted to give them to me ─ they would be useless and go unheard.
Heck, if a store selling rap music was going out of business and was situated right next door to me, I would not bother walking the few steps over to it if the owner had told me that I could have for free my choice of as much of the entire stock as I was able to haul home in however many trips I wanted to make.
I knew the movie was supposed to be a musical, and there was a lot of rap being played in those first 10 minutes. But what I was not prepared for was that every bit of the spoken dialogue was also rap.
And profanity and vulgarity galore!
Once the 10-minute mark had been surpassed, the movie was done as far as my brother and I were concerned.
And this rot was actually in theatres where people would have paid money to watch it?
Unfathomable.
Anyway, I never had to wait until deep into the noon-hour ─ or even after it ─ before getting a chance to have a nap. My brother had arranged yesterday to have a technician from Telus show up today to try and correct a problem we have been having with our house- or landline for several weeks.
At any given time of any given day, the receiver could be lifted and there would be utter silence ─ that is, no dial tone. It might remain dead for several hours...and then miraculously all would be well for an equal amount of time.
This would hold true for the other two house outlets ─ it was not just our main phone in the living room / dining room areas.
So the technician was to pay us a visit between 11:00 a.m. - 1:00 p.m. today. And as it happened, he showed up considerably ahead of 11:00 a.m.
It was to be no fast fix.
Since the telephone hookup is in my brother's name, I left him to deal with it and sought that nap.
I roused just after 1:00 p.m., and emerged from my bedroom to notice that my brother was lying in his own bed with his bedroom door just barely ajar.
Had he not tightly closed it, and a breeze had managed to slightly open his door?
I think he deliberately left it that way because he was expecting the Telus technician to return ─ he had needed to go and find some essential component.
However, the guy phoned my brother's cellphone when he was returning ─ he did not just show up unannounced.
Anyway, the job got done.
But before the technician had returned, I had gone out to the backyard tool-shed for some exercising out there.
It was lacklustre, for I was still feeling quite listless from my nap; and I was also feeling rather weak from hunger. However, at least I got the chore out of the way and was free to finally fix myself my day's first of two meals.
It's quite a chilly day, but flawlessly sunny. The snow on the ground is slowly diminishing in depth and is now probably less than a two-inch blanket.
Just before I began work on this post this afternoon, I read a short article that might prove of benefit to any women living with the worry of a recurrence of their breast cancer ─ in fact, if the article is to be believed, the plant spoken of in the article may even be able to quell cancer cells that already exist:
HSIonline.com
I performed a Google search using the term "Fagonia indica and cancer," and the first page of results seemed to all be links to studies involving that specific plant glycoside and how it affects cancer cells.
I did an Amazon search at the bottom of this post using the term "Fagonia indica," but Amazon didn't like the "indica" half of the term.
So using just "Fagonia," some relevant literature was found, as well as actual seeds (apparently sold singly, if you can believe that) for anyone interested in trying to raise the plant indoors.
It would seem that you need to be looking elsewhere if you wish to find a concoction of the herb itself. I noticed a few websites claiming to be selling this as a herbal tea, but since I know nothing of the legitimacy of the websites, I had no wish to link to any.
I wouldn't have much faith in sources abroad when there is no way of verifying their authenticity. Such sources are pretty much 'out of reach' in any legal sense, so one cannot expect to be able to hold them accountable.
As for other articles about this plant and its effect upon cancer, there seemed to be something off a flurry of such articles back in 2012 ─ here are three:
- PakistanToday.com.pk: Village women a few miles from Lahore find a cure for breast cancer
- IOL.co.za: The tea that might fight breast cancer
- ScienceDaily.com: Cup of herbal tea could help fight breast cancer
I don't think anyone dealing with breast or any other cancer should put all of their eggs into this treatment basket, but at least it shouldn't cause any harm ─ and it just might actually help.
Now moving on to a second health-related topic, as far as I know, I don't have any degree of chronic obstructive pulmonary disease (COPD).
However, for anyone who does, perhaps they should consider the following article. I won't keep the reader in suspense ─ the "affordable solution" is vitamin D:
DrMicozzi.com
Supplement only with vitamin D3 ─ it is the most effective or bioavailable form.
I actually take the 10,000 I.U.s daily that are recommended near the end of the article. However, during the warm months of the year when I can sit out in the sunshine and soak up the rays, I cut back to 2,000 I.U.s.
If I actually do spend any length of time sunbathing, I might even drop down to 1,000 I.U.s.
Well, today was another in which Google Photos has notified me that it has created a commemorative collage from some photos I have in an old Google Photos album.
This specific collage is in remembrance of this day (February 26) back in 2013 during a trip my wife had made to her Thailand home village to visit her mother, other family members, and friends:
That is my wife in all four of the photos ─ she is probably somewhere in the city of Udon Thani.
Here are the four original photos, beginning with the left column:
I still have to create a post in my older and private blog, so I shall quit this post now and get it published.
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