Today has found me feeling especially lacking. I am guessing that it is most likely due to a change in weather from sunny days to lots of cloud cover today; and the fact that for two consecutive days, I have not gotten to bed until deep into the midnight hour.
I did not expect that my younger brother was going to be coming home last evening before 9:00 p.m.; and had he not, then I would have retired early.
But he inexplicably showed up around 8:30 p.m., causing me to abort a new Christmas movie that I was watching via the YouTube 'app' I have downloaded into our T9 Android 8.1 TV Box.
My drunken brother is barren of romance and sentimentality, so the emotional tugs I so very much appreciate from Hallmark-style Christmas movies are ostensibly offensive to him ─ and he is miserably vocal about this.
This second late evening also meant that I would be going to bed while indulging in a 10-mg tablet of melatonin.
This, too, may have been why I felt so 'dragged out' today ─ 10 milligrams are excessive, and I don't understand why it is available in 10-mg doses.
I think my brother takes a 10-mg tablet every night, and has for years.
One of the problems I have with getting to bed late is that I am obliged to 'sleep in' as opposed to rising in the wee a.m. hours overnight to put in some work on the day's content assignment for whatever post I have in development at one of my six hosted websites.
When I rise overnight like that, for the past month or two I have usually been taking a break from that website post work to perform a plank. And in the past two or three weeks or so, I have found myself with 10 minutes as the targeted duration.
If I do not get to bed until late, then I tend not to find the time and opportunity to plank ─ I have other scheduled exercises for the daytime, and planking for a potential 10 minutes requires that I have a lengthy period of recuperation before I feel up to doing anything further as serious exercise.
I did not attempt a plank yesterday, so I felt it incumbent that I tackle one today. The plan was to do so approximately halfway through the website post content work that I undertook as soon as I was risen.
Unfortunately, before I was half done that content work, I had so seriously flagged that I needed to return to bed for a nap (I had earlier risen shortly after 7:00 a.m.).
When next I rose, it was around 11:30 a.m., and already my day was shrinking ─ yet I felt so very lacking, as I spoke of myself at the outset of this post.
Suffice that I was able to tackle the plank during the noon-hour, but it took my endurance to near its limit to hold out for the 10 minutes.
When I made my check of my cellphone's stopwatch 'app' after a slow-count to 500, I was expecting to find myself already past the 10 minutes I desired as my target. Thus, when I saw that I was only around nine minutes and 20 seconds, I briefly felt the urge to quit in defeat.
Fortunately, resolve immediately kicked in, and I soldiered on.
Two days ago, I planked for 10 minutes and 35 seconds. And I have once managed to last for 11 minutes.
Note that each of those are 'safe' claims, for I generally ensure that I have actually lasted at least a second or two longer ─ I do so by not starting the stopwatch until a second or two has already passed following my assumption of the plank position.
By the way, I was to nap again in the midafternoon.
Did you notice that I used the phrase "I felt it incumbent that I tackle one today" earlier? Just about everyone would probably have written of themselves that they felt it "incumbent upon me" or "incumbent on me" to perform whatever it was that was being considered to be of essence.
However, I saw no need to add the extra pair of words. After all, was it not perfectly clear that I was referring to myself and no one else? So whom else could it possibly have been incumbent upon?
It seemed superfluous to add anything more.
On to other things now!
My brother seemed determined today to watch the Bianca Andreescu / Serena Williams tennis match-up for the women's singles title at the 2019 US Open.
However, we only have a basic cable T.V. package that does not offer any stations carrying the match.
So he sought my help in locating a sports channel through one of the 'apps' that I have downloaded into our Android TV Box ─ I had yesterday afternoon revealed to him the 'app' and gave him a brief review of just what it offered.
The 'app' is Mobdro, and it offers a huge selection of worldwide TV stations or networks...but they are all of quite poor quality. As my brother observed, it's as if the telecasts are being done through a medium like Skype.
Nevertheless, he located a telecast of the match.
I was almost finished that website post content assignment, so I got back at it; and when done, I then joined him.
I cannot say that we will be regular watchers of tennis matches, but this one was definitely arresting. Neither of us understood the rules, but we learned some of them.
For example, we never realized that the person serving had to direct the ball to land in the quarter of their opponent's court that was nearest to the net ─ and that it had to be the quarter of the court in back of where the receiving player was standing and waiting to receive the ball.
We had always assumed that the server could just send the ball anywhere ─ as long as it did not go 'out of bounds' or of course get stopped by the net.
Also, we did not realize that the server was only allowed two failed serves before getting penalized and a point thus going to the opponent.
Gosh, it is almost 7:00 p.m. ─ I still must tackle some of today's scheduled exercising, for I have not yet done any of it.
My brother may well be showing up with his girlfriend Bev to watch a movie with us this evening.
If it is possible, I would like to first finish watching the Christmas movie I had on last evening, and have some Hong Thong ─ a Thai whisky ─ while doing so. Some booze always heightens my emotions where these kinds of movies are concerned, and it is nothing for me to actually find myself weeping!
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