This will be short ─ it is already after 6:30 p.m., thanks to my descent into afternoon dissolution.
The sole good thing about my afternoon was the 40 minutes of frontal sunbathing I put in while slouched low into a deckchair or lawn-chair and facing into the brilliant Sun here in my backyard.
I wore naught but a pair of gym-style shorts.
Despite the blue sky and brilliant sunshine, a steady breeze cooled me sufficiently that I never beaded a drop of perspiration out there.
I am wondering now on my evening. Will it be a repeat of the previous three that saw me sitting up late in the operation of our T9 Android 8.1 TV Box, fetching up episodes of a few of the T.V. series my younger brother and I follow?
He doesn't understand how to operate the device, so it is up to me to do so ─ otherwise, he must settle for whatever fare he is able to find through the basic cable package we subscribe to.
It is uncommon for him to not fall unconscious even for a short time in a three-day period once he is home for the evening from wherever he has been drinking.
Had he undergone such a lapse, I would have forsaken him in the living room and gotten to bed early.
But now for three consecutive evenings, I have not only sat up late, but I have also consumed two cans of the strong (8% alcohol) beer that I do my best to keep in stock.
I do not crack open the first one until 10:30 p.m. or so.
I honestly think that they are leaving me with a bit of a hangover.
Anyway, last evening we watched two episodes each of Travelers and Ozark, and then an episode of A Place to Call Home.
I was into bed just ahead of 1:00 a.m., and rose three or four hours later just to turn on and log into my computer to have it set for later use.
I managed a little more sleep, and then rose around 6:30 a.m. to get to work on the day's content assignment for the post I have in development at one of my six hosted websites.
At one point I took a break to perform my daily plank ─ today's was for 6½ minutes (with a few extra seconds to be certain of the duration).
I was unable to get a morning nap because my content work took me until nearly 9:50 a.m., and at 10:00 a.m. I generally join my brother during the workweek to watch some more of our shows via the Android TV Box.
Frankly, I was unsure that I would be able to ─ I felt myself to be in quite bad shape and most desirous of more sleep. As well, there was the vague sensation of a headache trying to build into something more debilitating. As it was, any sort of strain as in stooping to lift something weighty would result in such duress at in the crown region of my skull that it was more than disconcerting.
As for the T.V. shows we were to watch, they were an episode each of Britain's Got Talent, The Expanse, and Witless. It was the series finale of Witless that we watched, and I think that we're both going to miss the two lead characters who were played by actresses Zoe Boyle and Kerry Howard.
Despite an early afternoon nap, that nasty nagging sensation of a vague headache has not left me.
I was checking some of the Amazon Prime deals at Amazon U.S. and Amazon Canada ─ how I wish I was not financially limited! There were at least a couple of deals that I wish I could afford to take advantage of, but it is impossible ─ the purchases would have to be entirely on credit, and I am already buried in such debt, thanks to my wife...and my inability to deny her.
But concerning Amazon Prime, I don't happen to have an Amazon Prime account. And I don't care. I am not one of those who cannot bear the wait to have something delivered ─ it doesn't have to show up the next day.
Heck, I'm from a time when I actually bought some things on layaway plans back in the 1960s. The usually large store would set up an account with the customer, and the store would accommodatingly set aside whatever product the customer had his or her heart set upon.
Usually a small down payment was made.
And then over time, the customer would slowly pay toward whatever the ultimate price of the product was. And when finally that purchase price was met, the store would release the product to the delighted new owner.
Sometimes these purchases could take many, many months.
So bloody no ─ I can easily wait for something. I don't need to pay even more for something just so I can have it show up the following day.
But concerning Amazon Prime, I don't happen to have an Amazon Prime account. And I don't care. I am not one of those who cannot bear the wait to have something delivered ─ it doesn't have to show up the next day.
Heck, I'm from a time when I actually bought some things on layaway plans back in the 1960s. The usually large store would set up an account with the customer, and the store would accommodatingly set aside whatever product the customer had his or her heart set upon.
Usually a small down payment was made.
And then over time, the customer would slowly pay toward whatever the ultimate price of the product was. And when finally that purchase price was met, the store would release the product to the delighted new owner.
Sometimes these purchases could take many, many months.
So bloody no ─ I can easily wait for something. I don't need to pay even more for something just so I can have it show up the following day.
I must not extend my account of today any farther ─ it is now already after 7:00 p.m., and my brother could arrive home at any minute now from wherever he ended up drinking this afternoon.
As much as I enjoy the shows we watch in the evening ─ and a couple of beers ─ it would be quite nice to be able to go to bed early. However, I would prefer that my brother not drink himself insensible.
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