Bedtime last night was nearly 1:00 a.m., and I feel that I slept fairly well. I resisted getting up until something like 6:45 a.m.
But I have the sense that I have squandered away my sunny Saturday. I never set foot outside of the house.
I did a little research into a new post I want to soon begin working on at one of my six hosted websites, but I noticed that one of those six websites had a notification in its WordPress dashboard that I needed to upgrade its PHP.
I eventually got around to investigating, and away went my hours ─ this sort of thing is never easy for me.
Five of my six websites are on one account with HostGator ─ including the one website with the warning.
But that specific website is only an addon domain, and not the primary domain.
The addon website's version of PHP is 5.4.45, whereas the four others ─ including the primary domain ─ are version 5.6.3.
The highest available version at HostGator is 7.1, even though the most current version 'in the wild' is 7.3.
Everything I could find by way of tutorials on performing a PHP upgrade stress backing up the entire account if the intent is to upgrade the PHP for all five domains ─ which of course I want to do.
HostGator apparently doesn't give a fig about making these upgrades as a matter of course, so I suppose I'm lucky they even provide the facility to upgrade to version 7.1.
What wasted most of my time was attempting to make a backup ─ I can't. My five websites are (according to HostGator) collectively too large ─ over 10 gigabytes.
A WordPress backup plugin I downloaded and tried over and over again to use kept stalling, and I eventually understood that my Google Drive account that was the destination for the backup data did not have sufficient available free space.
I have no other locations to which I could send the backup ─ there are a number of them out there, but I don't think any offer adequate free room.
And as any reader of this blog knows, my limited monthly pension income does not allow me 'frivolous' expenditures like that.
Eventually I did find a tutorial that explained how to use that download plugin to just send or download the backup to one's own computer's desktop, but by then I had deleted the plugin and my eyes were shot ─ as was the rest of me. Mid-afternoon was nigh, and I needed to seek some bedrest.
I bookmarked that tutorial and will see if I can get through the full process of finally upgrading my HostGator websites' PHP, but it sure won't be getting done this weekend. I have no desire to immerse myself back into this wretched nonsense.
At least I got in some exercise using my 43½-pound dumbbell fairly early in the afternoon, but I was rather weak from hunger and lack of sleep ─ I hadn't yet had that bit of bedrest.
Still, it was certainly far better than just skipping any exercise. I am 69 years old, so physical decay from inactivity is considerably more accelerated than it was ever before in my life.
Of late, I have been making an effort to buy as much as I can of my produce in the organic section at the two markets I shop at. There isn't that much variety, unfortunately, but I try to keep apples, some citrus fruits, and carrots on hand.
Once more, my limited pension is a primary factor in what I am able to buy.
It does seem futile to somehow avoid polluting ourselves with toxic pesticide and herbicide residue ─ the stuff is in every nook of our lives now, thanks to almost unlimited regulation. None of these chemicals should ever have been allowed to exist, let alone be in the marketplace!
But I have read a couple of articles of late that speak of trial research which shows how quickly this sort of chemical residue can be gotten rid of by our bodies ─ if we stop ingesting any more of it:
LifeSpa.com
Mercola.com
It's an undeniable and inescapable fact that people without the financial means are never going to be able to live optimally healthy lives through diet ─ not unless they live off in the country and have land in which they can raise much of their own produce, and maybe have some fruit trees they can access.
That's sure not my situation.
But at least knowing that avoiding polluted fruit and vegetables can make a difference in as little as a week or two is valuable information.
Something else of a little interest to me was the following article on colonoscopies ─ a procedure I have never experienced:
JacksDailyDose.com
I had a devil of a time tracking down anything more concerning the study Jack Harrison was speaking of ─ and he never bothers citing his sources, so it can sometimes be just about an impossible task.
But I did succeed this time:
MedPageToday.com
It certainly isn't as easy a read as is Jack Harrison's commentary, is it?
This article of indeterminate vintage at StopColonCancerNow.com matches up perfectly with the two articles above: What is Adenoma Detection Rate (ADR)? | Quality Colonoscopy.
This article of indeterminate vintage at StopColonCancerNow.com matches up perfectly with the two articles above: What is Adenoma Detection Rate (ADR)? | Quality Colonoscopy.
I don't get any kind of medical checkups, even though I should. I would like to have one done of my eyes to see if my vanishing vision if due to an eye disease.
But I struggle month to month financially, always worrying about the monthly mortgage ─ and the three big annual cash layouts for utilities, home insurance, and property taxes.
If I had a happier life ─ if my life was joyous, and I felt rich with love in my marriage, and even had a rewarding social life ─ I am sure I would conduct myself differently.
But I am little more than a prisoner in this house, serving a life sentence under what amounts to being practically 'house arrest.'
I never remotely imagined that this would one day be my fate in retirement. I should have died 50 years ago ─ everything since has been purposeless.
I'm going to shut up now, and present a half-dozen photos that were taken on January 30 of last year (2018) when my wife and her two sons arranged a small reunion in Bali with five of their Thailand family members.
The first two photos feature my wife and her youngest son who was then 20 years old:
My wife's eldest son joins them in this third photo ─ he was 23 years old at the time:
The next two photos find my wife and her two sons joined by my wife's nephew Mark (MonoMark) and his wife Kæ̂m or Gâaem (she actually styles herself as Milada Gamz):
But enough 'fun with blogging' for this post ─ I still have to make a post at my decade-old recently-made-private blog.
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