I was into bed not five minutes after 11:00 p.m. last evening ─ later than I would have liked. I have no doubt that retiring so late made me feel too ill slept to care to rise when I later checked the time around 2:30 a.m.
I sought more sleep, and when I checked the time at 3:44 a.m., I felt obliged to rise so that I could put some work into the post I am developing at one of my six hosted websites.
I did not return to bed until well after 6:00 a.m., and I remained there until around 8:30 a.m. My younger brother was just about to emerge from his bedroom for the morning.
I had not yet completed the work that had been targetted for today on that website post, so I got at it in the hope of being finished by 10:00 a.m. when I usually join my brother and put our T9 Android 8.1 TV Box into operation to watch episodes of a few of the T.V. series we follow (he does not know how to manage the Android TV Box).
Well, I failed. I needed possibly less than another 15 minutes to accomplish what I wanted done with the website post, so I had to leave myself logged into my WordPress dashboard and get downstairs to help entertain my brother who seems to lack the intelligence to understand how to use a computer.
We watched T.V. into the early noon hour, and then when he went to use the toilet, I switched off the Android TV Box and left him with the news channel on our T.V.'s basic cable package. I came upstairs here to my computer to finish my work, and then I intended to change into cutoffs and get out into the backyard to do some sunning.
Well, he returned to the living room; and then in a few minutes he called out to me to "put on" an episode of one of our favourite T.V. series (we're watching season four of Game of Thrones). I think that he must have actually believed that I had nothing more important to do ─ like him ─ than to sit on my ass watching more T.V.
I grudgingly but silently went downstairs and tuned in the episode, but then I came straight back here to finish what I was doing, and then to change for the sunning.
When I went back downstairs, he observed aloud in the form of a question my intention, so I confirmed for him, and then I went outside. He undoubtedly had been wondering why I was missing the episode all that while, fan that he knows I am.
It was 12:42 p.m. when I sat low into the deck- or lawn-chair to start sunning for something over 40 minutes. Initially I had stripped down to just my cutoffs because yesterday had been dreamily warm for sunbathing.
Not so this time, even though it was also sunny today. This time, I was plagued by a most uncomfortably chilly breeze that forced me to put back on my shirt within a minute of having it off, and I was soon wishing that I had on a jacket, too.
But at least my shaven head was being sunned, as well as most of my legs ─ and my bared feet that were planted on the ground to benefit from earthing.
I put in the time.
When I returned into the house, my brother was evidently resting in his bedroom, for he would soon be driving off in his van to do whatever it is that he does each day for a few hours in the afternoon.
I had a meal, then I sought my own nap ─ by this time, my brother had left for the afternoon.
He can drive off to a park and have himself a peaceful walk in the sunshine. I do not drive ─ I am limited to our tiny backyard. I detest walking anywhere during the daytime because this part of Surrey where we live is so drearily overdeveloped and overpopulated.
I don't think I was in my bed much over an hour, so my nap was hardly excessive.
After rising, I took the plunge and placed an online order for something I have been considering buying for maybe a couple of weeks ─ a nebulizer. I want to use one so that I am able to engage a type of hydrogen peroxide therapy.
For background on what I am referring to, see this Mercola.com article published four days ago: Could Hydrogen Peroxide Treat Coronavirus?
I am not specifically worried about COVID-19 ─ rather, I want to use the therapy to try to eradicate all viruses that might be inhabiting my sinuses, nasal passages, lungs, etc. Possibly doing so will even bring back my semi-blocked left ear's hearing ─ it stuffed up in January or February last year when I developed what I self-diagnosed as a bad case of the flu, and my hearing has never been the same.
And my left ear had always been my best ear for hearing!
So I am hoping that whatever this hydrogen peroxide therapy is able to do will also translate into clearing up any colonized viruses inhabiting my Eustachian tube and the ear canal and wherever else the pathogen may be in residence.
Certainly, trying this is far better than doing absolutely nothing at all.
I didn't like the prices or offerings available at Amazon Canada that I was able to locate, nor do stores like Walmart Canada or London Drugs seem to have what I wanted. I'm a 70-year-old pensioner who must be cautious with his pension money.
So I decided to take a chance on AliExpress. After all, two months ago I placed an order there for two pairs of blood flow restriction bands, and they arrived at my home exactly 15 days following my order placement.
I believe that these were those bands, if you are curious:
But that seller has nothing to do with the seller of the nebulizer I have now ordered ─ specifically, this:
I actually ordered two of these devices ─ and my total bill in Canadian dollars was only $53.13. Nothing here in Canada can match that. Not even Amazon Canada. Even if the identical product was available at Amazon Canada, I would not likely have been able to buy one for anywhere near that price.
However, it's going to shock me if the order shows up in 15 days like my blood flow restriction bands did. But I'll be happy if I get the order in a month's time ─ I will certainly be mentioning its arrival here in my blog.
I've seen the item identified online elsewhere as an OLIECO™ Smart Portable Compressor Nebulizer, and just one of them in U.S. dollars was over $60, and shipping was extra. My order from AliExpress is being shipped for free.
I can wait for it to arrive. I've lived this long without one ─ another month or two ain't gonna hurt.
Now to switch topics entirely, my wife arrived home around 6:45 p.m. (it is 6:47 p.m. as I type these words), so I had to terminate some exercising I was involved with in our bedroom ─ it was the only place in the house where I had any privacy, for my brother had arrived home awhile earlier.
Before I go, I want to reproduce an exchange I had yesterday with Donna, a former co-worker of mine. She sent me and an unspecified number of other similarly blind-copied recipients the following E-mail message ─ I removed any actual full names or similar details. Note that her E-mail address was in placement #2:
Dear Friends,
In an attempt to find beauty and inspiration in challenging times, friends have started a collective, constructive, and hopefully uplifting exchange. It's a one-time thing and we hope you will participate. We have picked those we think would be willing and make it fun.
Please send a poem to the person whose name is in position 1 below (even if you don't know them), with the email subject Poem Exchange.
It could be a favourite text/verse/meditation that has affected you in difficult times. Or not. Don't agonize over it. If you'd like to send a poem in your own language and provide a translation, please do so!
1. ***********@gmail.com
2. *************@hotmail.com
After you've sent the short poem/verse/quote/etc. to the person in position 1, and only that person, copy this letter into a new email. Move my name to position 1, and put your name in position 2. Only my name and your name should show in the new email. Send it to 20ish friends BCC (blind copy).
Seldom does anyone drop out because these days we all need new comforts and pleasures. The turnaround is fast, as there are only two names on the list, and you only have to do it once. I very seldom do chain letters, but made an exception for this as it appealed to my lyrical sense. Participate or not, as you wish...but think of the bounty of poetry and inspiration that will come your way if you do.
My considered response was this after I mulled it over and decided not to just delete the message from her:
Lordy!
I just gave it a quick read, Donna, but those instructions are a little too involved for me to fathom at first glance, and I'm too tired to care to wrestle with it.
I hiked over 2½ miles early this morning to a Real Canadian Superstore, arriving around 7:15 a.m. to avoid the mobs. The trip back home bearing a tote bag in each hand was truly something of a workout.
And I'm just now into the house after lounging outside in just a pair of cutoffs while facing into the glorious Sun for something over 40 minutes ─ I'm about ready for a nap.
Anyway, I don't have "20ish" actual friends I'd consider inflicting this upon. I'd probably have to ponder awhile to even come up with a half dozen.
I think someone just wants to flatter themselves that they got some sort of massive chain letter started that they probably hope will bestow a touch of immortality when every once in a long while the E-mail keeps finding its way back to them over the years.
It's my theory for the only reason anyone ever starts chain letters that don't involve money ─ it makes them feel important every time they see their chain letter again in the remote future, knowing that they originated it.
😊
But had I participated, I have always like Robert Frost's "Stopping By the Woods on a Snowy Evening".
The only other bit of poem I can even vaguely recall (after just now doing some research to find the excerpt) are apparently the final two lines of the fairly short poem "Invictis" ─ I had no idea that's where the line came from.
I always thought that the lines probably came from "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner" by Samuel Taylor Coleridge. I honestly can't say that I've ever heard the name "Invictis", nor its creator poet William Ernest Henley. How weird is that?
Then came her personal reply:
Usually chain letters grind to a halt once they reach me, but I was interested by this one. I forwarded your Robert Frost poem on to the friend in number 1 email spot of that chain letter, as I doubt any of the people I forwarded the chain letter to will comply with the rules and regs that you found too involved. I enjoyed your Robert Frost poem, Stopping By the Woods on a Snowy Evening, and don't recall hearing before. I'd never heard Invictis before either. Maybe you heard those final two lines in a movie or quoted in a book. It sounds like something a character in the TV show CSI: Crime Scene Investigation would quote, or maybe Da Vinci's Inquest, when one or the other wax poetic.
I'm delighted you actually looked up some poems and put them in your rant reply, as I don't expect to receive any further hint the the chain letter continued beyond my contacts.
I'm glad you didn't send me the link for The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, as I always felt that poem was over-rated....apologies to Mr. Coleridge.
Your morning return from RCSuperstore sounds grueling.
Donna
There was a little further 'back and forth', but the foregoing was all I wanted to share here.
Stay safe and healthy, everyone.
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