I made it out early last evening to do some local grocery shopping about four blocks from here where I live, and I was back home comfortably before my younger brother showed up from wherever he had been drinking.
Since he arrived home early enough, I decided to operate our T9 Android TV Box to start off an evening of select viewing of episodes of T.V. series we follow, but not five minutes into the first episode of one of the shows I started playing, he had passed out.
So off went the Android TV Box, and I high-tailed it upstairs here to my computer ─ I was done with the weak-brained drunkard for the evening. He doesn't know how to operate the Android TV Box, so he always has to rely on the weak fare he kind find to entertain himself with on the basic cable package we subscribe to.
I suppose that by the time I was into my bed, it may have been around 10:30 p.m. I did not turn off my computer, so I was not going to have to turn it back on later during the night ─ I have to give it time to fully load and warm up before I use it after it has been shut down, or it will freeze.
Once I had managed to fall asleep, I never checked the time until maybe 2:20 a.m. It was then that I rose to start laying the foundation of a new post at one of my six hosted websites.
My youngest stepson was still up, and expressed surprise at seeing me also up when he once came upstairs to use the bathroom.
I was never to get as much work done on that post's foundation as I had intended, for I was not feeling up to snuff. Even so, it was after 5:00 a.m. before I returned to bed.
I seemed to sleep especially fitfully; and when I checked the time toward 9:00 a.m. and decided to get up, I very much felt poorly-slept.
At 10:00 a.m. I joined my brother in the living room where he was watching T,.V., and I began using the Android TV Box ─ first calling up the episode he had passed out on last evening.
I know he doesn't care for that series (Krypton), and it does take some work to become involved in it. However, he is only prolonging his ordeal by causing us to just watch an episode a day during the latter morning because his beer-soaked brain cannot sustain consciousness in the evening.
Incidentally, it was episode five of the first season that I had tuned in, so there are still five more episodes left for us to watch in the season.
Later in the morning I was beset with very clear intestinal distress, and I had to make the first of what were to become four visitations to the toilet thus far today.
I am wondering if the homemade nasya oil treatments I have been giving myself for the past five or more days are affecting me, for as I early observed in this blog, there are warnings on the small vials of essential oils that ingestion is to be considered poisonous and medical attention is to be sought.
Granted, there are only minute amounts of the oils that I used ─ tea tree, lavender, and eucalyptus ─ to mix into the sesame seed oil I am using as the carrier oil.
But I cannot help but swallow post-nasal seepage throughout the night and day from the two or three daily treatments I give myself. Maybe the oils are starting to have a challenging antimicrobial effect upon my gut bacteria ─ something I most certainly do not want happening.
However, it may also be that I ingested a nasty germ while enjoying a meal. Possibly a fruit was not as well rinsed as it should have been ─ and last evening I did eat an entire organic grapefruit (i.e., peel and all) that I had bought while out shopping earlier.
Also, my eldest stepson had slow-cooked a great batch of pieces of boneless chicken in a crock-pot Tuesday evening, and it seems to me that all day yesterday the crock-pot's very warm temperature setting was left on to keep the chicken pieces nearly hot. Maybe by the time I dished out some last evening, something else other than the chicken had begun to become part of that meal.
So I have more suspects than I really know what to do with.
My stepson put the last of the chicken into the fridge last evening, so it may well be that I was the last diner to have had any. I am reluctant to sample any of it this evening if it is still in the fridge.
By the way, the young man never bothered to get up and go to work today.
But back to my brother and I ─ he sought his usual bedrest during the noon-hour to restore himself for his afternoon outing to end up drinking somewhere again.
I think I had my third visit to the toilet, and then I also sought my bed for a nap. When I later roused and emerged from my bedroom, he had gone.
It is a sunny day, so I at least hope that he went off to have himself a good park walk before getting into his drinking.
This may have been when I had that fourth toilet visit.
I had some tool-shed exercising scheduled for today, but I was not at all feeling capable. So I decided to first spend some time sitting out in the backyard sunshine.
Beginning at 2:42 p.m., I put in just over 40 minutes slouched low into a deck- or lawn-chair while facing directly into the Sun. I only wore cutoffs, and my bared feet were on the lawn.
After that, it did take some motivation, but I exercised, even if the session was essentially token.
Thereafter, I fixed up my day's second hot caffeinated beverage, and got to work on this blog post.
Right now it is 5:13 p.m. and I am still experiencing some intestinal cramping. Something is most definitely amiss in that part of me.
I want to return to the subject of exercising.
I am 69 years old, but far less active than the man I wish and know that I could be. I do not have the environment that inspires me to get out and do anything ─ I feel smothered by people everywhere.
Even as a young man, I had to have privacy in order to exercise. And I often felt so public-shy that I had days in which I was unable to venture anywhere because I could not bear the public scrutiny.
Clearly I had my issues.
Nevertheless, the point is that I have never been comfortable about getting out into the public, and it is more of a stress for me than it is therapeutic to get out there to walk for exercise benefit.
Basically, I cannot make myself do it. I hate the public too much, along with the traffic-choked streets and seemingly endless buildings everywhere I turn.
And since I do not drive, I am a prisoner of my environment.
At least when I was young, I could get out in the night and put in the miles. But I was athletic ─ I could run for miles, and was not concerned about being confronted by anyone of a thuggish nature.
I was well-built, and quite strong and fit.
I was well-built, and quite strong and fit.
That is no longer how things are ─ it can be dangerous around here for a 69-year-old or anyone else walking for miles and miles at night.
But I'm losing the plot here ─ I merely wanted to introduce some articles telling of recent research that has uncovered just how unbelievably little activity can still have measurable health benefits and life-prolongation:
JacksDailyDose.com
MedicalNewsToday.com
Health.Harvard.edu
Inverse.com
And even though I do not swim ─ I can swim, albeit not well; but I would never brave a public pool, and there is no such thing as a beach to which I could ever realistically walk to ─ I want to post this additional related article:
DrMicozzi.com
It is now already well after 6:00 p.m., so I wish to finish this post and soon have it published.
However, first I want to include two sets of photos.
My wife is currently over in Thailand and visiting her mother. The following photos were posted by my wife to her Facebook account on (I think) April 7 at 10:03 a.m. ─ that's Thailand time. Of course, I may have miscalculated, but I am fairly confident.
The four women you will see include my wife taking the selfies, along with her mother who walks with a cane. My wife has two sisters, and one of them is also present and wearing the yellow top.
The fourth attractive young woman wearing the green top and the jeans is unknown to me, although I have often seen her in photo staken by my wife.
My best guess is that the setting is somewhere in the city of Udon Thani:
This second set of photos was taken over a year earlier ─ February 25, 2018. It was the occasion of the marriage of a niece of my wife ─ actually, the daughter of my wife's sister who is in the photos above.
And now for the very first time, it has struck me that the unknown attractive young woman in the photos above may actually be the bride in the photos below!
I have never met her, so that is why I do not know her and have only now had that realization. There was just something familiar about the smile of the stranger that clued me in to this possibility of her being the bride:
She makes a very beautiful bride!
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