Well, I got to bed quite early last evening ─ I heard my younger brother come into the house around 8:40 p.m. from wherever he had been drinking, so I vacated my computer upstairs here in the small room next to my bedroom, quickly used the bathroom one last time, and was into my bed around 8:45 p.m.
Perhaps he was in sensible condition and we could have watched some episodes of T.V. series we follow through the agency of our T9 Android 8.1 TV Box that only I operate, but it was not worth the risk to me.
Besides, I wanted to try and ensure that I would be able to rise early and eventually get away this morning on a small shopping expedition that would entail a round trip hike of 5.625 miles ─ reckoned as a car might drive (I do not drive).
Sleep was not easily achieved, though.
I now cannot recall exactly when I decided to rise in the a.m., but it may have been ahead of 2:00 a.m. The Real Canadian Superstore that was to be my destination (Google map) opens at 7:00 a.m., so I wished to try and leave as soon after 6:00 a.m. as I could manage.
I could sometimes hear the lightest of rain pattering softly on the carport roof just outside the open window in this room as I worked at adding content into the post I am constructing at one of my six hosted websites.
My youngest stepson was still up when first I rose, but he eventually sought his bed and the house downstairs was in darkness except for a soft illumination where he sleeps ─ I think that he likely keeps connected to the Web while he is abed as his version of reading himself to sleep, for he may have a monitor set up that is right there at hand.
By 5:30 a.m., I was flagging somewhat. As well, I never feel okay about shopping on the day I consider to be the Sabbath, but my home life's conditions are such that I find myself unable to get out early during the workweek for anything of this nature. And I detest being abroad and public once the day has become busy.
God only has to change my said conditions for the better if He would that it was different for me.
The street outside appeared to have dried from any rain, but another light falling had begun just before I began the process of readying for my journey. And no later than 6:10 a.m., I was on my way.
I achieved my destination not 10 minutes past 7:00 a.m.
Unfortunately, the main draw for this shopping expedition was to purchase two one-litre cartons of heavy whipping cream ─ my preferred creamer for my hot caffeinated beverages; but there was only one such carton on the cooler shelf in the dairy section.
What is unfortunate about this is that a pair of these cartons can be purchased for $3.59 apiece; but a purchase of just one carton costs the consumer $5.58.
Why in bloody blazes would I spend practically $2 more for a carton of whipping cream just because the store only had one available on the shelf? I only have my monthly pension income as a 70-year-old ─ I refuse to be victimized into such a purchase.
So I just bought a few other things and headed for home. If all goes well tomorrow in the early a.m., I will try another Real Canadian Superstore outlet that is slightly farther away. I still have a few days' worth of cream in the final carton I am presently using.
At least 1½ miles from home, it began raining with some seriousness; and it became truly serious a mile from home.
Once I was here somewhat before 8:30 a.m., it didn't take long for a decline to set in. I do not take sustenance before 10:00 a.m., so that encouraged the decline.
No one else was as yet up, but my brother began stirring around 8:45 a.m., and so I opted to return to bed for the additional sleep that I well required.
It was possibly around 10:15 a.m. when I roused from a nap and checked the time, knowing I wanted to get my day begun. However, physically I was in such a state of profound tingling lassitude that I basically just drifted between dozing and awareness for another half hour.
Right now it is 1:14 p.m., and I have only had one of my special hot caffeinated beverages. I do not wish to eat aught until after I discharge the day's scheduled exercise session out in the backyard tool shed. That session involves some chin-ups and pull-ups, so I want no such burden as a breakfast in my stomach impairing my effectiveness.
My brother is in his bedroom resting ere taking off for the afternoon, so I probably should try to rally myself and get out to that shed, for I truly would like to have myself my day's first meal.
And then another nap later in the afternoon.
oooooooooooooo
I had concern that I might have to skip today's exercise session, but once I limbered up, I performed unexpectedly well. Perhaps the partial layoff I experienced yesterday facilitated this outcome.
By the way, we never had too much rain today ─ it was primarily a morning feature; and the latter afternoon even had sunny breaks.
I have little else I want to report; and since I feel some obligation to place a phone call to Sandra, the longtime ladyfriend of my dear old friend Bill, I am going to bite the bullet and place the call ─ it has been a few months since my last call.
I don't care for phone conversations ─ I'm not a chatterer. But she keeps tabs on Bill, who has been confined for a few years now to a full-time care facility over on Vancouver Island, and I have no other means of keeping in touch with him or knowing anything about him whatsoever.
He is no longer able to place his own calls due to infirmity, and is essentially bedridden.
Sandy is apparently somewhat known to staff at the facility, so she is able to phone him. As well, she is known to his relatives over on the Island, whereas I have not been in contact with any of them since 1980.
It is already well past 6:30 p.m., and I have no sure idea if my brother is going to show up soon from wherever he has been drinking. There is some chance that he might spend the night at the home of his girlfriend Bev, but I cannot bank on that. I need this phone call out of the way, and then to have some supper, and be all set to get to bed if my brother doesn't show up by 8:30 p.m. ─ the deadline I presently have for him.
Any later than that, and he's probably too wasted to try to watch any T.V. with.
Have yourself a goodnight!
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