My younger brother gave me no opportunity last evening to get to bed reasonably early, even though he did not show up until nearly 9:10 p.m. from wherever he had been drinking.
Normally I would have absconded upstairs by then, but I was still downstairs watching T.V. as I brushed my teeth (a process that can take 15 or more minutes).
And so I was to remain up until just after 1:00 a.m., for it is up to me to operate our T9 Android 8.1 TV Box to fetch episodes of the T.V. series we follow.
One show we were to watch was the final episode of the current (sixth) season of Line of Duty ─ we love that series, and have seen every episode. I had thought that this was the final season (or series, as they prefer to term it), but a BBC announcer at the episode's finish revealed that there was to be one more series that is yet to be produced.
Wikipedia confirms this.
Another key series' episode we watched was from The Ranch ─ the episode wherein at the finish, character "Rooster" Bennett silently obeys the jealous ex-con who orders him to pick up a duffel bag he had pre-packed for Rooster, and to basically disappear ─ or the ex-con would kill him and maybe even Rooster's family members.
So I reckon this is where actor Danny Masterson officially leaves the series.
It was good to have watched both shows, but I knew that sitting up so late was going to penalize me, beginning with the day's content assignment at the post I am developing at one of my six hosted websites.
I usually complete that assignment in the wee hours, but I generally only manage to do so if I get to bed sufficiently early.
As it was, at 3:12 a.m. I found myself awake enough to check the time. I was then just about to get up for the work, when my wife entered the bedroom.
She was finally home after having worked well into Thursday evening at her friend's Thai restaurant.
I feigned being asleep, and she wasted no time in joining me in bed. I didn't want her to think that I was getting up just because she had come to bed so late, so I remained where I was for maybe 15 or more minutes to allow her time to perhaps sink near sleep herself.
This late start on the website post was to mean that I had to call a halt about halfway through. By then, it was around 5:30 a.m., and I needed to get back to bed before my eldest stepson rose for work.
If he rose before I got back to bed, then it would be unlikely that he would lock the front door when he left ─ and he can take a half hour to ready himself before he leaves for work as he generally does around 6:00 a.m.
I did not want to find myself tied down for that long and prevented from returning to bed ─ I needed more sleep.
But before 'hitting the hay' again, I performed a five-minute plank.
My last plank a day earlier had been for four minutes and 20 seconds, and it was my intention to incrementally increase my time over maybe a week or more until I had reached the five-minute mark.
However, by the time I got to where I had stopped the day before, the punishment of enduring the plank made prolonging the five-minute achievement for a number of more days too inconsiderable ─ I wanted to get to that level right then and be done with the build-up.
So now my quandary with these planks is what to do next? It is not a very easy exercise to daily perform a five-minute plank.
Yet I do not want to lose my capacity to do one.
So then do I just keep the five-minute plank as a regular (if cruel) exercise I should try to match on a daily basis from this point on?
I think that's what I am going to try to do for the foreseeable present. Maybe in time ─ say, a few weeks ─ five minutes will actually become somewhat comfortable to endure.
That's difficult to believe, though. I'll just have to wait and see.
Does anyone have themselves trained to the point where they are doing 10-minute planks on an almost daily basis?
It's all new to me, so I just don't know!
After getting back to bed, sleep was elusive. Even so, I never checked the time again until a little after 9:00 a.m., and decided then to slip from bed and try to put in some further work on the day's website content assignment.
My brother was downstairs watching T.V.
About 10 minutes after I had been up, my wife emerged from the bedroom to go downstairs. Normally, she doesn't get up until around 10:00 a.m. to begin readying herself for her new workday and her 11:00 a.m. start at the restaurant.
She went downstairs and set about fussing about in the kitchen, clearly involving herself in some cooking.
But soon enough, she came back upstairs and ─ addressing me ─ asked that I add some pieces of meat she had prepared into a large pot of soup stock that was yet to reach a boil. She wanted me to do that once the stock was starting to boil, and to let it continue boiling for maybe 15 to 20 minutes before turning the heat low.
She was going back to bed ─ she needed more sleep, if she could possibly manage any.
I did as requested as nearly as I felt I could.
At 10:00 a.m. I was downstairs with my brother, and putting our Android TV Box to use (he doesn't know how to operate it); and my wife rather smartly re-emerged from the bedroom to check on the soup, and then to begin readying for her workday.
I suppose that it was around 10:40 a.m. when she left on her drive to get to work.
The night and much of today was overcast, but the Sun began manifesting itself in the latter afternoon.
The cooling has been very welcome, but now I have lost two consecutive days where my sunning is concerned.
A person can't have it all!
I had an exercise session scheduled for today out in the backyard toolshed, but by the time my brother returned to his bedroom in the latter noon-hour to catch further bedrest, I was too short on my own sleep to be able to confront the exercise.
But there was more delaying me.
For over two days now, I have been in an almost perpetual state of uncomfortable gaseous distention. And I know the reason: for the previous three consecutive evenings, my supper has included a rather large raw carrot.
Yet despite ingesting three of these particular vegetables, I had not managed a bowel movement.
That finally started to change today, and the gaseous condition has been abating.
So when my brother was resting up early this afternoon, I also returned to bed and got in a nap. When I rose thereafter, my brother was gone for the afternoon.
I fixed up my day's second hot caffeinated beverage and slowly drank that; and then I rallied myself to get on out to the toolshed to exercise.
First, though, I had changed into cutoffs, a tank top, and runners; and I weighed myself while so dressed: approximately 190 pounds.
I fared very well at the opening exercises ─ pull-ups. I have a minimum total I expect of myself, but I exceeded the minimum by six repetitions ─ and these are full range pull-ups, too.
Consequently, I am rather pleased with myself.
I want to return to the topic of T.V. for just a bit. And specifically, medication commercials ─ the ones where near the finish, a long list of potential side-effects are rattled off so fast that I am sure few people are letting them sink in.
I've never understood how these kinds of commercials can be productive for the Pharmaceutical Industry ─ I'm absolutely immune to the commercials.
But there are a bewildering host of people who just do not pay attention, and think modern chemistry is the best medicine.
I bring this up because in the States, it will soon be required that drug commercials are going to have to include the prices ─ but only if the monthly cost of the drug will exceed $35.
These articles tell about what's ahead:
JacksDailyDose.com
STATnews.com
NYTimes.com
But is the pill-popping public going to pay any more attention to those obscurely presented prices than they do to the side-effects?
Probably not.
I conclude today's post with a few more photos that were taken a year ago when my wife visited her sister who essentially lives in Italy ─ my wife has two sisters, but the other lives in their native Thailand with her Thai husband.
The digital camera that was used during this trip never had its date setting adjusted for the holiday, so the photos' metadata is only an approximation of when the photos were taken.
This set of photos may or may not have been taken on June 6, 2018. Whatever the case, it was right at the start of my wife's visit, and she was out with her sister and others at a nice restaurant.
This is my wife in red, but I do not recognize the woman she is with:
Here are Penn and her son Daniel who is evidently trying to uncork a bottle of "bubbly":
Might it have been Daniel's birthday?
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