I had no idea that the Britain / Sweden 2019 FIFA Women's World Cup Third place play-off game was held today.
I only realized it had been played when I was looking through the Saturday morning edition of the Vancouver Sun that I subscribe to ─ I scanned an article in it about an English team member who was probably set to retire after the game...and the article said that she wanted to do so with a win in today's game.
What?
Well, it was already around 5:00 p.m. here where I live, and the FIFA games have never started later than noon (my time) ─ and usually a few hours earlier.
So there was no question that the game was all over with. I just had to refer to Google ─ the English gal would not be participating in a third place win. Sweden got that distinction by coming out on top with a score of 2 - 1.
This is quite annoying. I meant to tune that game in; but I thought that it was scheduled for tomorrow ─ just as is the Final game that is set to start at 8:00 a.m. (again, my time here in the Pacific Time Zone).
Do the Netherlands have what it takes to overcome the States? It does not seem too likely, but we won't know until the game has been played.
I got to bed relatively early last evening ─ it was 10:15 p.m. Although my younger brother was in a condition adequate enough to have watched some T.V. with (via out T9 Android 8.1 TV Box that only I can operate), I forsook him.
He had come home reasonably early in the evening from wherever it was that he had been drinking. I was busy here at my computer upstairs, and did not go below for some supper until maybe 8:15 p.m.
My brother was at the dining table.
I got my supper, and came into the living room with my meal, intending to take over the T.V. through the Android TV Box and start watching a few episodes of T.V. series we follow.
The day had been predominantly overcast and temperatures consequently cool.
Nevertheless, when I sat down on the chesterfield, I was immediately beset by the uncomfortably cool breeze being thrown off by the ceiling fan my brother must have turned on after he had gotten home.
He is becoming quite corpulent in the midsection, so his metabolic thermostat operates at a considerably higher temperature range than does mine.
Utterly annoyed at this unnecessary use of the fan on such a temperate day, I immediately rose from the chesterfield and gathered up my meal, bringing it here upstairs to eat at my computer.
My brother would be drinking alone and watching whatever he would be able to find through the basic cable package we subscribe to.
One of or both of my stepsons were home ─ he could always interact with them if he felt any social need.
But I am sure that over the evening, he must have wondered why I was not coming downstairs to watch any T.V. with him. Had he cared to ask, I most certainly would have told him that I had no intention of spending the evening in discomfort with an unpleasant chill breeze blowing down upon me.
I had shut down my computer at retiring, so restarting it after it has grown cold requires leaving it alone in order for it to load and warm up ─ or it will likely freeze.
This would mean that during my night, in order to have it all set for later use, I would have to get up just to restart and log into it and then return to bed.
I did not quickly get to sleep after retiring; and I could hear loud music from a mile away at Whalley's Holland Park where the FVDED in the Park event was (and still is) underway.
After getting asleep, I found myself awake enough around 1:00 a.m. that I rose and restarted my computer.
More sleep evidently visited me upon returning to bed, for when next I checked the time it was around 3:00 a.m. It was then that I rose to get to work at one of my six hosted websites ─ I still had to finish laying the foundation of a new post, and then I wanted to supply a usual day's worth of content into it.
What I deem to be a day's content assignment can take anywhere from three to even five hours to fully discharge. Added to the considerable work involved in actually laying the foundation for the post, it was unlikely that I would be able to sit up and do it all.
As a result, my target was half of a day's usual content assignment ─ I could supply the other half later in the morning after getting more sleep.
I took a break around 5:00 a.m. to go downstairs to perform a six-minute plank in the living room ─ I am currently doing one of these each day.
I exceed the six minutes by a few seconds in order to be comfortably certain that I am meeting the full required duration.
Well, either I am becoming too overworked with this specific exercise, or else ─ and this is what I am actually hoping ─ my posture or pose was faulty.
It may be that my elbows were too closely situated; and they may even have been placed lower along my body than they should have been.
Whatever the case, after about five minutes and 15 seconds I was in nearly absolute excruciation. It was all I could do to refrain from expressing aloud the awful strain I was experiencing.
Not only were muscles in my shoulders being taxed, but so was the ridge of pectoralis muscle that you can feel and amply grasp when you lift an arm a little and use the other hand ─ its fingers into the arm pit and the thumb reaching up along the front of the shoulder.
That ridge of muscle was starting to burn from the strain of holding the plank ─ and there are not many exercises that can actually challenge and work that area.
Lasting to the six-minute mark was almost more than I thought I would be able to do ─ and holding firm for another four or five seconds to exceed the six minutes did have me involuntarily growling from my suffering.
I am almost afraid to do another six-minute plank tomorrow. My only hope and consolation is that my elbows may have been ill placed ─ too close together, and set a little too far down or low along my body in longitudinal terms.
The combination would have had me too tight from the start ─ excessively 'tucked in.'
When the plank was done, I was so wrecked that I could only lie there on the carpeted floor, almost helpless, for quite a few seconds. I even dragged up my knees ─ one at a time ─ to get them beneath me to help me get elevated, for my arms were too enfeebled and pained to manage to push me up by themselves.
It was after 7:00 a.m. when I returned to bed, and in that interim while I continued my work here at my computer, I felt myself in serious risk of some muscle cramping in my back ─ or else a nerve pinching in my vertebrae. The strain from that plank was long-lasting.
Something rather nasty did occur after I had gotten up from the plank and was about to come upstairs with my iPhone 5 (I had used its timer).
As often happens when the cellphone's screen is still active, various screen options scroll about as the phone is tilted and moved around while being carelessly borne.
Suddenly, I noticed that somehow my contacts were displayed and then suddenly he phone began calling my wife's cellphone number.
She was probably somewhere in Vancouver, for she tends to remain away over the weekends when she does not have to work at her friend's Thai restaurant.
(Such is my marriage.)
Panicked, I tried to remember how to turn the damn phone off as first one ring occurred...and then a second. It was only after I heard the third ring did I succeed in shutting down the bloody, ridiculous phone.
Who needs stupid features like that?
Anyway, it was 5:08 a.m. at that point.
I came upstairs and was working on the website post when ─ about 20 minutes later ─ my wife phoned me. She had been sleeping and was of course disturbed by the rings.
I reckon that she tried to return to sleep, but her mind would not allow her to ease into sleep until she ascertained that there had not actually been some sort of emergency here at home.
So she finally called me to be sure nothing was amiss.
I assured her that the call was all an accident, and that she should just get herself back to sleep.
When that conversation was over with, I then heard one of my stepsons moving around downstairs. And in short order, he went outside and drove away.
Only the eldest lad has a car, but the younger one will use it when it is available.
Whomever left was probably back home in a half hour at most.
He was still up when I returned to bed.
I got some further sleep, and was back up shortly after 9:00 a.m. ─ my brother had not yet risen, but he soon enough did.
I smartly got back to work on the website post and completed the day's content assignment.
Later in the morning I went downstairs and used the Android TV Box to find a couple of shows. My brother was reading an outdoor magazine at the dining table, but he readily gave that up and joined me.
The first show I sought was an English-language 40-minute panel discussion posted to YouTube this past May by France 24, and titled Ticking Time Bomb? Cancer Lawsuits Mount for Monsanto Over Glyphosate.
Then I tuned in the premiere episode of an Australian sitcom my brother and I had not before seen: Mr. Black.
That comedy will take a little 'getting used to,' but I think we will try it out for a couple further episodes. Sometimes it takes awhile for a series to 'grab' its audience.
However, the trouble with this series is that we didn't much care for any of the three central characters. And if that sentiment indeed becomes set, it becomes unlikely that the series is one that we will care to follow.
There has to be some character that appeals to any specific audience in order for a show to be at all popular.
Anyway, the comedy finished soon after 1:00 p.m., so my brother returned to his bed to get some further rest before he left for the afternoon to end up drinking somewhere.
I had a session of exercising scheduled for out in the backyard toolshed, but I was not feeling any enthusiasm for it. Also, I was feeling stiff and tight from the plank and other exercising of recent days.
I had to busy myself with a few things first in order to limber up, but ultimately I did get the exercising done, and I fared quite well at it.
This freed me up to finally have a meal today. I was eating here at my computer when my brother emerged from his bedroom, and anon took his leave.
And soon, I sought a needed nap.
The day has been almost entirely overcast ─ at times the Sun has weakly attempted to demonstrate itself, however.
How the blazes can it be nearly 7:30 p.m. already?! I just checked the time, wondering just how late into the afternoon it was!
I have to bring this post to a close ─ I have other things I hope to get done.
Before I go, I do want to refer anyone interested to a good article on why we ought not to be subjecting ourselves to the undignified procedure known as the colonoscopy:
DrMicozzi.com
I meant to do more with today's post, but time abandoned me.
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