Last evening my younger brother surprised me by not only coming home relatively early (c. 8:15 p.m.) and alone (i.e., sans his girlfriend Bev) on a Saturday, but he seemed in reasonable shape where his drinking was concerned.
So for a second consecutive evening we were to sit up late watching T.V. through our T9 Android 8.1 TV Box that only I am able to operate.
I started us off with the second of two movies that his friend Greg had recommended to him this past week. The movie we watched this time was the Irish production titled The Dig.
We found it to be very interesting, even though unlikely.
I will also complain that I do not care for movies that terminate while so many loose ends and untold consequences are left unresolved.
We know absolutely nothing of the fates of any of the four main characters ─ apart from the execution of one of them by one of the others near the end of the movie.
What of the three that lived, then? Not a hint is given of what was to be.
This left me quite unsatisfied ─ the consequence of clearly unfinished business.
So many movies end like this, I find. It is a lazy technique that I do not appreciate after sitting through an entire movie, and coming to feel that I know the central characters sufficiently to be desirous of also knowing what was to have become of them down the road.
No hint is given.
Anyway, following the movie, I tuned in a episode each of Travelers, Ozark, and WPC 56. From 10:30 p.m. on, I was to ejoy two cans of the strong (8% alcohol) beer that I try to keep in supply.
It was 1:12 a.m. by the time I was into bed.
After falling asleep, I became awake enough around 4:30 a.m. to rise just to turn on and log back into my computer so that it would be all set for later use.
I returned to bed and managed some further sleep, next waking up and rising around 5:30 a.m. or a little later.
It was time to get to work on the day's content assignment at the post I am putting together at one of my six hosted websites.
My youngest stepson eventually rose ─ I presume that he had to go to work later in the morning.
I never felt prime ─ whether it was due to a small hangover, or my late night and inadequate sleep. Probably, it was a result of both situations.
Late into my content work, I broke just to perform a six-minute and 15-second plank in my bedroom. It was a considerable strain in the later stages, but I knew that I could have suffered to the 6½-minute mark or even reached seven minutes.
But there is no need to rush this. If I venture ahead, there is the danger that it will quickly become a pattern and I will find myself prematurely forcing the new limit as my daily target ─ this is how these physical challenges tend to go for me, and I do not yet find my current planking level to be anything I care to be exceeding as a daily feat.
I never made my return to bed until around 10:30 a.m. ─ in other words, I had been up for approximately five hours. That actually surprised me when I realized it. Where the blazes does the time go?
My brother was by then stirring about in his bedroom after finishing his morning (ensuite) shower.
I was to enjoy a deep nap, but it was not yet quite noon when I found myself awake and decided to get up.
And right now it is 1:09 p.m., so I am going to take a break.
oooooooooooooo
'Tis now 4:56 p.m., and the afternoon has been a mix of very strong sunshine and meandering large cloud cover ─ but it is so darned warm out there!
If not for being desirous of getting out this latter afternoon on a three-or-so-mile round trip hike to do some grocery shopping, I could have gotten some lovely sunning accomplished.
I had some backyard toolshed exercising while my younger brother was resting up in the early afternoon in preparation for going out for the afternoon.
I followed up the exercising with my day's first meal, and then had to resort to my bed to recover from the lethargy and loginess my day's first meal almost always brings on. My youngest stepson had by then just gotten home ─ his elder brother had gone out while I was fixing up that meal.
I probably should just be done with this post and concentrate on generating the spunk I am going to need to get me to ready for and go on that shopping expedition, for my brother is sometimes home before 6:00 p.m. on Sundays ─ and even my wife may show up (from wherever it is in Vancouver that she tends to spend her weekends) before the afternoon is done.
Either of those two scenarios will scotch my plans ─ I have to get away before either of them are home.
So in closing, I will submit this exciting and inspiring photo of Gal Gadot's Wonder Woman wearing an expression of admirable steely determination:
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