Despite my wife having come home early last evening ─ she tends to stay in Vancouver on the weekends, and had thus not been home since Friday morning before she left to go to work ─ I was into bed ahead of 10:00 p.m., I believe.
But sleep was not easily obtained.
Nevertheless, I do not recall being aware when my wife finally came to bed.
Regardless, before it was yet 2:00 a.m., I had risen to put in work on the post I wanted to begin at one of my six hosted websites. My posts in those websites commonly take me over two weeks of work, despite spending several hours daily working on them.
I eventually took a break last night to perform a plank.
Yesterday I had planked while counting off to 500 (480 seconds are eight minutes), but I had hoped that my count was slow enough that when I finished the count and logged back into my cellphone to check the timer, I would find myself in the vicinity of nine minutes.
Alas, when I discovered that a mere eight minutes had passed, the excruciation I had experienced to that point defeated me ─ I lost all motivation to hold out for the nine minutes.
This time in the wee a.m., I ensured that my 500-count was more regulated. But lo! The nearly agonizing strain of achieving that 500 count, and then lasting a few more seconds while I logged into my cellphone to see the timer!
Imagine my wonderment, then, to discover that not only had I surpassed the targeted nine minutes, but I was only a few seconds away from reaching a full 10 minutes!
Never have I planked for so long!
So I held out, and lasted three or seconds more beyond the 10 minutes just to be comfortable about having made that magnificent milestone.
Not too shabby for a 69-year-old, huh?
I don't believe I made it back to bed until fairly near to 5:00 a.m., yet I had considerable difficulty getting back to sleep.
And around 8:30 a.m., I was up again to put more work into that post.
My wife didn't rise until toward 10:15 a.m. in order to ready herself for her new workweek ─ and the drive to get to work for her 11:00 a.m. start at her friend's Thai restaurant.
The morning was thickly overcast.
My younger brother and I watched some T.V. together from approximately 10:00 a.m. until just after 1:00 p.m., and then he sought some rest before heading away for the afternoon to resume his daily drinking.
While he was abed, I had some exercises out in the backyard toolshed. First, though, I weighed myself dressed in the cutoffs and runners that I would be wearing while doing some chin-ups / pull-ups out there: I was around 186 or 187 pounds.
A breakfast followed the exercising. My brother emerged from his bedroom and left while I was eating here at my computer.
And then it became time for me to seek a needed nap.
It proved to be far from adequate, and I felt befuddled mentally and physically when I got back up. By then it was nearly 4:00 p.m., and quite sunny.
I dressed for some sunning in the backyard; however, after going outside, I debated against spending the half hour or more sitting in the Sun, and instead I returned into the house to put in more work on the website post.
Lord, I see that it is already 8:17 p.m. ─ I must get this post finished and published, for my brother will be home at any time now.
I want to mention some research that may be of interest to the older men who may see this post ─ those of us who may be having some sexual performance issues.
I read the following article this afternoon:
JacksDailyDose.com
Jack Harrison does tend to become effusive when he writes, so I sought some further articles on the study:
DailyMail.co.uk
Forbes.com
Medscape.com
I don't see that the nuts would necessarily help with erectile dysfunction, but maybe I am wrong.
Even so, I am unable to afford two handfuls of nuts daily, if the DailyMail.co.uk article has the 60-gram estimate correct. I wish!
So as usual, whatever encouragement this may have is not something I am in a financial position to be taking advantage of.
More and more, I am reaching the conclusion that I may have lived just about long enough. I'll reach that "three score and ten," but if nothing is to change for me over the ensuing year, then I have little desire to have a 71st birthday.
Incidentally, my 70th will be in October.
I think that I have said enough for this post.
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