As expressed in yesterday's post, my hope was that my younger brother would spend last night at the home of his girlfriend Bev to better facilitate my early retirement last evening, for I wanted to be able to rise early this morning to do some grocery shopping at Walmart a mile away at Surrey Place (Central City) ─ I would have to walk, for I do not drive.
I now do not explicitly recall when I made it to bed last evening, but I would hope that it was no later than 10:00 p.m. (although it might have been). Whatever the case, sleep never arrives too quickly, nor is it a steady companion when it does arrive. It comes and goes all my nights through.
By about 1:30 a.m. I felt able to get up to finally finish the post I have worked on since the early part of this month at my website Thai-Iceland. And now that post is published: Iceland Places.
Walmart opens at 7:00 a.m., so I was faced with spending quite a lot of time sitting up overnight ─ there would be little sense leaving on my walk before at least 6:30 a.m. And there were times when it seemed to be raining rather hard out there! I misdoubted my conviction about going.
Around 5:00 a.m. I deemed that my beard could use some neatening; so I wetted and shaped it, and then I went about setting it with an elastic or stretch net bandage designed for use on the head to hold things like gauze in place. With that net bandage neatly compressing my damp beard, I resorted to my bed to rest myself for a half hour or more while my beard dried and set in place.
The rain eased away, fortunately.
It was very little after 6:30 a.m. when I got on my way; and figuring that I had the time to spare, along the way I stopped at an elementary school playground and used the gymnastics-style rings that are there, performing four sets of pull-ups. I took a slow 30-count between sets.
Even with that break in my walk, I still arrived at Walmart early and had to wait a couple or so minutes for someone to unlock the doors to the public. I seemed to be the only customer hanging about.
The very moist, cool night air was almost like a balm to my lungs and my tired eyes, and it was a trifle weird engaging the physical act of walking, for ─ as I said in yesterday's post ─ it was exactly three weeks earlier that I last walked anywhere. In all that time, I never left home to walk even a partial block.
Money has been scarce, so there have been no shopping excursions; and I have no incentive to go anywhere otherwise. I detest my urban environment, and find it more stress than therapeutic when it comes to getting out and walking anywhere.
But with that said, I rather enjoyed my outing. It was so nice and peaceful; and the dark was a comfort, shielding me from the intrusive public eye. Heck, it was still dark when I left Walmart to make my return walk; and by the time I was home, at most the early morning was shrouded in deep gloom.
That's how I like it.
Right now it is 8:44 a.m., and I am soon to finally return to bed for some further sleep.
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I spent approximately 2½ hours back in bed gaining some needed sleep, although it was not a solid block. And I needed another nap in the mid-afternoon for well over an hour in bed.
My younger brother decided to cash in a bunch of empty beer cans this afternoon instead of having a nap once he was done watching some NFL ─ he had gotten home during my latter morning nap. It was a Pro Bowl game, but he never sat through it all due to that cash-in of his.
However, since he is still under a three-month driving suspension, he of course did not drive. Instead, he imposed upon my eldest stepson.
After the two left, I took a peek out to the car port to see whose vehicle they took ─ my brother let the 25-year-old use my brother's van to chauffeur.
And it seems that only my stepson returned home. My brother probably had my stepson drop him off at whatever bar my brther planned to do his drinking at.
I have a hunch that my brother won't be out until as late as mid-evening, in which case I will have to sit up late this evening operating our T9 Android 8.1 TV Box. Right now it is not even 5:00 p.m. yet, and I still feel poorly-slept. I never actually got back to bed this morning until around 9:30 a.m. after being up since approximately 1:30 a.m. ─ there is evidently some toll for that time in which I deprived myself of proper repose in bed overnight.
The two-mile round trip walk along with the four sets of pull-ups at the elementary school also have taken some toll, for midday I essayed some exercising out in our backyard toolshed. I opened up the exercising with a set of chin-ups and then five sets of two types of pull-ups, and my shoulders evinced the strain of the earlier elementary school exertions.
Hey ─ keep in mind that I am 70 years old. I don't exactly bounce back from physical exertion anymore.
I have been intending to link to an online 'comic book' that I recently learned of from the father of the young man who created, draws, and writes the ongoing work.
I have to admit that the quality very much resembles that of a nicely-drawn, actual comic book.
The online comic is titled Most │ The Adventures of Ion and Echo!, and that link should take you to the cover of the very first 'issue' so that you can have a look at it. Just beneath the cover and each subsequent page you will find the "Next" button to progressively click through.
It's clearly a work of considerable love and lots of detailed care.
Well, I now seem to be courting a vague headache from eyestrain due to my clearly inadequate sleep and excessive engagement online ─ I spend so very many hours ever day abusing my eyes, I know that my vision is sorely declining for it.
Perhaps I should ease away for today and publish this post.
First, however, I want to present some photos, for Google Photos notified me today that it created a commemorative collage from four photos that were supposedly taken on this day exactly two years ago, and which I uploaded into a Google Photos album.
This is the collage:
It is my understanding that this was the very beginning of a trip that my wife was treating five of her Thailand family members to ─ a flight to Indonesia's Bali.
The travellers would have flown from Udon Thani International Airport to Bangkok, and then taken a flight from there to Ngurah Rai International Airport in Bali.
As for Bangkok, my guess is that the Udon Thani flight was to Don Mueang International Airport, and from there the group likely had to commute over to Suvarnabhumi Airport. However, I suppose that it is always possible that there are direct flights from Don Mueang to Bali ─ I just don't happen to know.
The largest photo in that collage looks to me as if it might have been taken at one of the involved airports, but I am merely speculating.
These are the four original photos, beginning with the left column:
Is it any wonder that I am buried alive in debt?
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