With the hopeful expectation that my younger brother was not coming home last evening and would instead spend the night at the home of his girlfriend Bev as he often does at the termination of his Saturdays, I settled down to watch some late-evening T.V.
I had two cans on hand of the strong (8% alcohol) beer that I keep in stock, for I have not enjoyed a can of beer since April 3rd.
The main reason for that temperance is because I only have a beer during the late evening when I am enjoying episodes of T.V. series that we follow; and for all but one of the previous evenings since April 3, my besotted younger brother has passed out before I got around to opening a can of beer.
I will not remain in the same room as a passed-out drunkard ─ even if it means missing T.V. and a beer.
We would have watched some prime viewing via our T9 Android 8.1 TV Box ─ a device my younger brother does not know how to operate. Consequently, in leaving him where he is lounged unconscious in his favourite living room chair, I switch the T.V. back to the limited basic cable package that we subscribe to, and that will be all that he will have to select from for his entertainment when he revives and drinks alone as he has no hesitation about doing.
Well, last evening I had tuned in an MMA programme featuring female martial artists. I was teasing myself by withholding the opening of my first can of beer until the very first bout was underway, and there was a lot of preliminary talk by various commentators and fighters that delayed the start of that match for close to the first 10-minute mark.
A few times I nearly broke down and popped open the beer, but I fought off the impulses.
And then just as the fight commenced, I noticed through the living room window my brother about to arrive home.
It was essentially 10:00 p.m.
In the past, the most common reason for him to be showing up that late ─ or even on a Saturday evening at all ─ would be because he and Bev got too miserably drunk to be able to get along.
And so on those occasions, he brings his malignant persona home to me to endure.
But no more!
Last evening I leaped up and switched off the Android TV Box and turned the T.V. over to its basic cable package; and then I hustled upstairs with my two cans of beer to put back into my supply.
I quickly shut down my computer, made a quick use of the bathroom, and was into my bedroom with its door closed behind me before my younger brother had finished taking off his boots and coat by the front door.
He was on his own. And I expect that in short order he would be passed out in front of the T.V. that he would have turned on.
I instead went to bed.
And my usual night of fractured sleep ensued.
I rose once in the early a.m. just to turn on and log back into my computer to have it all set up for later use, and then I returned to bed and probably managed a little further sleep.
It's somewhat odd to me that I now do not recall when next I rose to finally finish adding content into a post I have been working on for more than two weeks at one of my six hosted websites, but it may have been well before 3:00 a.m.
My youngest stepson was still up.
Anyway, I got the Lawless Spirit post published long after he finally went to bed: Holistic Nursing Degrees II.
Whenever I begin a new post at one of those six hosted websites, I eagerly work on it for a week or more ─ the information I find for whatever the post topic, is both interesting and nearly exciting.
But after about 10 days, the post starts to become tedious ─ I grow weary of the topic and its sameness.
That was no different with this post. However, it would likely keep any new or potential nurses involved for a long while, for even I was surprised at how many institutions offer holistic nursing accreditation. If I was younger and keen on that for a career ─ and could have afforded the tuition and any costs of relocation ─ I honestly don't know how I would have ever been able to decide where I would go (if, of course, I didn't have faith in online accreditation).
Whatever the case, with that post finally published, I finally returned to bed ─ I think that it was around 7:30 a.m.
I napped a little, and had an interesting dream that was of an erotic nature. In fact, if I was the younger man I once was, I wonder if the dream would have ended up qualifying as a wet one? I miss those ─ it's likely been a few decades since I have enjoyed that experience.
I had hoped to nap longer, but it was only around 9:30 a.m. when I found myself back out of bed.
And soon, I became embroiled in the PHP upgrading of the only website I have that is hosted with JustHost. My other five websites are hosted on one account with HostGator, and a few weeks or even a month or more ago I upgraded all of them from PHP 5 to 7 (I don't now recall the exact decimal placings of those versions).
That was a huge task, for I first wanted to back up my websites, but Google Drive is the only location I had any access to where a download could be set up. I can't afford a location I would have to pay to have storage.
But my websites were too huge a package ─ I didn't have enough free storage space at Google Drive.
It took me time to figure out, but ultimately I realized that I could actually back up my websites in sections. So I would download a section to Google Drive, and then further download the package section from Google Drive to my computer's Desktop ─ after which I would delete the package at Google Drive.
Then I would repeat for the next backup section.
With all of the research and the long, long hours involved in doing backups, this whole mess took me a couple of days.
Fortunately, I only needed to refresh in my mind what was required for my solitary JustHost website ─ and as it happened, Google Drive was able to accommodate the entire backup in just one download.
The job ─ my research and re-education, and the actual process itself ─ was all over with in just a couple of hours.
By then my brother had gone to his bedroom to rest up for his later afternoon drinking somewhere. I fixed up and ate my day's first meal ─ an apparently overcast day, by the way; and now at 1:23 p.m., I am about to seek another nap.
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Following that nap, I've even had some exercise with my 43½-pound dumbbell, and a bath.
I am now enjoying my day's second hot caffeinated beverage even though the afternoon is winding down (or up?).
I suppose I could just call the beverage an instant coffee, but that wouldn't be absolutely correct. I also include unsweetened cocoa powder.
But then I go and sweeten it all (after creaming it with liquid whipping cream, if I have any on hand) with demerara brown sugar and honey. And of late, after recently discovering a small container of blackstrap molasses that I did not know was in the cupboard, I have been adding some of that, too.
That Wikipedia article on the molasses mentioned a 1951 hit song named after the product, and which was sung by Danny Kaye, Jane Wyman, Groucho Marx, and Jimmy Durante.
I was hoping that it was from a movie soundtrack, but evidently not; as a result, there doesn't appear to be a video of the four stars singing the song.
However, if you don't mind just taking a listen, it is presently available here (among other upload locations).
Anyway, I bring up the topic of this molasses because of a recent article I read:
HSIonline.com
I used to use blackstrap molasses regularly, but I fell away from it. Now that I've read up on it again, I believe I will start buying it once more, even though the product within my budget is probably sulphur-treated, but I do not know that for certain ─ I would have to go downstairs to check the carton.
Well, I just did. Sulphur is not mentioned on the label (and it is Crosby's Blackstrap Molasses); however, the "product data sheet" does say this insofar as its chemical analysis goes:
Ash (%) (sulphated): 11 max
Nevertheless, as far as I know, I have no sulphur intolerances or sensitivities, so I suppose I can live with that.
Here are a few other randomly selected articles touting blackstrap molasses for anyone who may be interested:
- Healthline.com: 5 Blackstrap Molasses Benefits
- DrAxe.com: Blackstrap Molasses Combats Stress & Promotes Healthy Skin
- NaturalLivingIdeas.com: 10 Blackstrap Molasses Benefits That Will Convince You To Get A Jar
- WellnessMama.com: Blackstrap Molasses Benefits & Uses for Cooking and Beauty
I found it interesting that the second article listed the nutritional content of various vitamins and minerals per each 100 grams of blackstrap molasses ─ which is about five tablespoons. Yet the third article lists the nutritional ingredients found in just one tablespoon of blackstrap molasses.
The math is markedly off in some instances, but I have to admit that it isn't extremely important.
I suppose my two hot caffeinated beverages would together have a total of a little more than a tablespoon of molasses ─ I might be stretching matters to claim that the total could equate to two tablespoons.
I don't measure it out ─ I just pour it from the container.
My afternoon is almost done, so I am going to bring this post to a close in case my younger brother shows up early ─ he sometimes does on a Sunday.
I am closing this post with a batch of more photos that were taken back on February 25 of 2018 ─ probably in the city of Udon Thani.
The batch of photos are from the wedding day of a niece of my wife.
The beautiful bride and her groom are sandwiched between two other very lovely ladies whom I cannot identify
Google Photos created this animation from those first five photos ─ the poor groom looks like he's sneezing:
Those ladies are just too cute in that last set, aren't they?
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