The humid heat we are presently experiencing is impressive.
I went to bed last evening before it was quite 9:45 p.m., just as I believe that my younger brother was arriving home.
Perhaps just over four hours later, I rose to get to work on the day's content assignment for the post I have in progress at one of my six hosted websites.
The night before, I had to return to bed before completing that day's content assignment ─ I met with too many references that required time-consuming 'beautification' than I normally have to deal with in order to have them adequately showcased in the extremely long post.
All progressed very favourably this time until I was approximately halfway through the assignment, and then I became bogged and had my return to bed delayed until around 5:00 a.m. before getting the work done.
My wife had arrived home just after 2:50 a.m. ─ barely over an hour after I had risen to work on the post. As she headed to bed, she enquired whether I was still up and having a very late night, or if I had recently risen as I so often do.
Incidentally, while I was up and involved with the website post work, I took a break and I performed a four-minute and 15-second plank.
Despite finding myself able to increase the duration of these planks, they don't really seem to be getting accomplished with any greater ease. The plan was to keep at them until I was doing five-minute planks on a daily basis, but I am now questioning whether I want to court that sort of strain so regularly.
I managed some more sleep after returning to bed, and rose shortly after 9:00 a.m. My younger brother had not yet emerged from his bedroom, but he was soon enough to do so. However, before he did, I decided to get on out to the backyard toolshed.
I had an exercise session scheduled for out there today, but the pull-ups portion would be impossible later in the day ─ the shed becomes swelteringly overheated, and a grip cannot be maintained on the two rather thick bars that I have to use to pull myself up between.
I do not have use of a chin-up bar.
I was unsure if I could get the pull-ups done so soon after rising, for I still felt foggy and 'spaced out' without having the time it takes me to normalize after getting up from bed.
Nevertheless, I was pleased to find that however it was that my brain perceived me to be feeling, I was actually quite strong and fared extremely well.
I shall henceforth endeavour to keep this in my memory for such hot days. Also, it was a kind break having to just deal with the remainder of the workout late in the noon-hour instead of the full challenge that would otherwise have been my lot.
My brother was already watching T.V. when I came back into the house, but I did not join him to put our T9 Android 8.1 TV Box to use until 10:00 a.m. ─ he doesn't understand how to operate the device, so that role is mine alone.
My wife rose shortly after 10:00 a.m. to ready herself for her long workday at her friend's Thai restaurant ─ she has an 11:00 a.m. start, but there is a fair drive to get there.
Oddly, as my brother and I watched T.V., the oppressive heat of the morning lifted quite noticeably ─ the sky somewhat hazed over. Earlier, I had been wondering how we would be coping with the day when it was already as wickedly heated as it had first been.
My brother sought further rest in the latter noon-hour; and at 1:18 p.m., I was slouched low into a deckchair or lawn-chair in the backyard as I faced toward the Sun, and attired in just a pair of gym-style shorts.
I spent just over 30 minutes under that mostly hazy sky. The intention was to put in as much time again later in the afternoon to expose my back; but after having my day's first meal, I then needed to seek my own bedrest ─ my brother had left for the afternoon by then.
Both of my stepsons where home ─ the youngest seems to have the day off work, while his older brother had a short workday and was home before my brother had come downstairs from his nap.
I could still have gotten that extra Sun exposure; but I stinted yesterday on blogging here, so I feel obligated to create a regular post today.
By now you may have heard of a strain of fungus that grows as a yeast, and which is proving extremely resistant to the usual antifungal drugs that are commonly used to treat folks who become victimized by this organism that is identified as Candida auris.
Infections are appearing sporadically all over the world.
I don't know how forthcoming the publicity is here in Canada as to which actual hospitals have experienced an outbreak of the germ, but the situation in the States is one of secrecy:
JacksDailyDose.com
HSIonline.com
NYTimes.com
The New York Times article gives several reasons for the secrecy. One reason is that by the government keeping the outbreaks secret, it can get better cooperation from the facilities that experience these cases.
In other words, the facilities are only thinking of their reputations and their business bottom line ─ that comes first.
This is one of the justifications that these facilities use instead:
Nancy Foster, the vice president for quality and patient safety at the American Hospital Association, agreed, saying that publicly identifying health care facilities as the source of an infectious outbreak was an imperfect science.“That’s a lot of information to throw at people,” she said, “and many hospitals are big places so if an outbreak occurs in a small unit, a patient coming to an ambulatory surgical center might not be at risk.”
So...keep the outbreak a secret. Someone coming into ─ or brought into ─ a hospital's surgical centre for possible emergency treatment "might not be at risk."
Well, doesn't that just make it all right, then! You or I "might not" be put at risk by visiting that facility.
Is that good enough for you?
I have to leave this topic ─ I am running out of blogging time, but saying more is only upsetting, and I am negative enough.
In truth, I often wonder how it is that I seem to fare as well as I do at my age of 69.
I have no friends near ─ no one whom I can easily visit, nor be visited by. Basically, outside of the other four people in my household, I am only in touch with people through E-mail.
I know the value of close fellowship and especially of hugging, but my wife and I have not been physically intimate in over six years. There is thus essentially no physical human contact in my life ─ and that is not only not healthy, but quite dangerous to one's health.
I don't drive. The others in my household all do, but the last time I rode anywhere with anyone was sometime within the past year when I rode with my brother to help his friend Greg move his furniture from a large container into his new ground-floor apartment.
Prior to that, it was back in February 2017 ─ a few times I was driven to keep medical appointments involving the treatment of a blocked and infected salivary gland duct.
In other words, there is no real togetherness that sees me involved with the others in activities outside of this house.
I bring this up as a means of prefacing this rather good article on love that delves quite deeply into what it involves chemically, and in the best evolution of each of us:
LifeSpa.com
Finally, I also want to link to an intriguing article that presents a wonderful possibility by way of arguing that "amyloid plaque" and "tau tangles" ─ instead of being behind the cause of Alzheimer's disease ─ might actually be the body's attempts to defend against the infection (whether of prions or whatever else) that is or are potentially causing the disease:
DrMicozzi.com
Most provoking.
I close today's post with a few more photos taken in early June 2018 when my wife had flown to Italy to visit a sister of hers who has made that country her home.
The digital camera's date setting had not been adjusted for the holiday, so its metadata was incorrect. Nevertheless, the photos could well have been taken on June 6 (2018) ─ the date is close enough.
This is the sister ─ my wife has two sisters, but the other lives in Thailand with her Thai husband:
Google Photos automatically created this collage from those three photos:
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