I got in the planned shopping expedition this morning that I spoke of in yesterday's blog post. I got away possibly as late as 6:15 a.m., and was probably back home around 8:30 a.m.
It was a successful trip, for I was finally able to find in stock the litre-sized heavy whipping cream that is my preferred creamer for my delicious hot caffeinated beverages. Two of these cartons can be acquired for $3.59 apiece, whereas a single carton costs $5.58 ─ so I only ever buy two of them.
Of course I'm speaking of the Real Canadian Superstore ─ no other store that I know of sells heavy whipping cream for anything near that $3.59 price. In fact, every store that I know of charges well above $5.00 a litre ─ there are no reductions for buying two of the litres.
Since I live in Surrey and do not drive, I had to walk. And the nearest outlet location (Google map) was a round trip of 5.625 miles. However, I got turned about while cutting through a forested area via trails, and ended up adding almost another half mile to the walk.
I was even caught in a heavy passing rain shower a little more than a mile into that trip, but there were sunny breaks by the tail end of my trip home.
I actually went to buy a 3-kg pail of creamed honey (cheaper by $1.00 than the same size of liquid honey) ─ the cream was just going to be a huge bonus if any was put out on the shelves in the dairy section. Last Saturday early morning I had trekked to the store and only found one litre available, so I bought none. Then the following morning (Sunday), I travelled to another outlet that's a six-mile round trip hike from here, and that store had none whatsoever.
Thus this morning, the honey was my ostensible reason for the trip, even though I already have two such pails in stock here at home.
Hey, I need some reason to get me out on these weekend hikes!
I am never sure that I will be able to undergo these ventures, for I tend to sleep most ill.
Last evening I was able to be into my bed within five minutes past the hour of 9:00 p.m., for my younger brother had only just gotten home.
He had actually come home around 8:20 p.m., but he had left his cellphone at the home of his girlfriend Bev, and he needed it for this morning ─ he is participating in a mandated Responsible Driver Program arising from being caught drunk driving.
Normally there is an 8-hr programme and a 16-hr programme that he would have had to attend in a group environment. But fortunately for him: "In compliance with advice from government health offices, we have suspended all in-person sessions. However, we have been authorized to provide the program remotely on a temporary basis to avoid service disruptions."
So he has to have his one-on-one sessions with a specialist performed over the phone. I don't know which of the two programmes he's obligated to participate in, though.
Anyway, last evening he had to drive back to Bev's home ─ a trifle more than two miles from here.
Had he been able to remain home, I would have sat up with him to watch an episode each of three of the T.V. series we follow, for I operate our Android TV Box. But when he is not home by 8:30 p.m., I avoid becoming involved in any further television by hightailing it to bed as soon as I am aware of him arriving home.
That was the case last evening.
There is often a penalty, though ─ sleep is wretchedly difficult to find. I honestly believe that I never once managed a block of fragmented sleep that was as much as an hour in duration after I eventually did get to sleep.
And I was still wide awake an hour after first getting to bed.
Well before 2:30 a.m. I was disturbingly wide awake again; and when by 2:45 a.m. I was no nearer to finding sleep, I decided to rise and get to work on the post that I am putting together at one of my six hosted websites.
Since my destination store does not open until 7:00 a.m., I always have to hope that I do not burn out overnight as I await 6:00 a.m., the practical departure time for such a hike.
Shortly after 4:30 a.m. I could hear a passing downpour of rain. When finally I did leave at 6:15 a.m. or so, it was only spitting rain.
Anyway, since getting back from that outing, around 9:10 a.m. I returned to bed for some further sleep, but I only managed a nap, and I was awake again about an hour later. However, my entire body was trilling with the aftereffects of my foray, and I lay in bed for nigh 10 minutes almost luxuriating in the relief of just lazing where I was.
But I had to get my morning started and not just waste time in bed when I was not able to sleep anymore ─ and I was hankering for one of those absolutely delicious hot caffeinated beverages comprised of instant coffee and unsweetened cocoa powder, sweetened with some demerara brown sugar, honey, and blackstrap molasses (or 'C' Molasses), and creamed with the heavy whipping cream.
A large mug of this brew staves off hunger most effectively. It is already into the noon hour, and I am still not particularly hungry ─ and the drink was my sole caloric nourishment since last evening's supper, despite all of my wakeful hours since then, plus that goodly walk.
But I will be eating in short order, for doing so helps me to achieve another nap in the early afternoon. Without this second nap, I would not be up to doing all of the day's planned blogging and website work, nor engage the day's scheduled afternoon exercising session.
This has caught me up to events thus far today, so I am going to break for the nonce.
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When I arrived back home after my shopping excursion early in the morning, I found that my brother was already up. I knew that he would be getting his call as early as 10:00 a.m., but I thought that it was to come between that time and noon.
I only learned deep into the noon hour when my brother was going to his bedroom to get some further rest that the call could come as late as 2:00 p.m.
It's a "don't call us; we'll call you" situation.
Well, his call never came until 2:00 p.m. I was just about to ask him what he was supposed to do if it never did come at that point in his day ─ was he obligated to wait around indefinitely if that non-call situation had occurred?
Apparently he is on the 16-hour programme, and each call supposedly equates to an hour even though I noticed that today's was considerably under that amount of time.
This was his fourth such call. However, the chap delivering the call promised that my brother wouldn't have to wait around like he did today ─ the call was promised to come somewhere around 1:30 p.m. next time.
My brother mentioned when the next call will be, but I now forget.
I was back in bed at 2:30 p.m. for that second nap; and upon waking from it, the time was little more than an hour later. Even so, yet again I could only lay in bed for another 10 minutes or so feeling so helpless to do aught but experience the drowsy physical lassitude so profoundly in possession of me.
I thought of the exercising I am supposed to engage later, and the thought of it seemed wholly impossible of achievement for me today. We shall see.
The afternoon had become one of lengthy sunshine breaks, interrupted by equally long or even longer periods of cloud dominance, for there are massive accumulations floating around. I feel therefore justified in not seeking to sit outside in the backyard to benefit from the Sun.
My brother was gone when I emerged from my bedroom, incidentally. There is a slender chance that he will not return this evening, for sometimes on Saturdays he remains with his girlfriend Bev after hooking up with her, and spends the night at her home.
But it is a slender chance, as I said.
I want to put in another goodly walk in the early a.m. tomorrow, but there is no grocery shopping that I feel I need to do. This frees me up to actually start the walk much earlier than 6:00 a.m., since I don't need to try and time it for any 7:00 a.m. store openings.
But once again, we shall see what befalls.
I have nothing much more I care to dwell upon here ─ in fact, I would like to put some more work into that website post. Hence, let's call it a day!
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