My younger brother never arrived home last evening until after 9:00 p.m., so I had my wish about getting to bed early. It was probably 9:30 p.m., if not even 9:15 p.m. when I was into my bed.
I got some sleep, but was all set to rise anew in the midnight hour to put more work into the post I am developing at one of my six hosted websites. However, even though my brother normally betakes himself to his bedroom for the night at the onset of midnight, he was not so inclined last night. I had to wait until something like 12:40 a.m.
I remained up until after 4 a.m. ─ maybe even 4:30 a.m.
Not long after 8 a.m., I was set to rise anew. I think a big motivator was that I knew the day was going to be very sunny and hot, and I had an exercise session scheduled for the backyard toolshed. If I could not somehow generate sufficient normalcy to finally tackle it in the early part of the morning, then I might have to skip it entirely.
One of my delicious hot caffeinated beverages would have been magnificently restorative, but I do not take nourishment before 10 a.m. The problem with that, though, was that I felt weak, and those delicious beverages are rejuvenative.
My only option was to busy myself outside with a small chore to try and limber up, for I found that apart from my usual stiffness, I also had some muscle soreness from the exercising done over the past couple days.
I was still busy with the chore when my brother emerged from his bedroom, by which time it was around 9 a.m.
Nevertheless, I finally hied on out to the toolshed, and got the exercising done. I was hardly spectacular in performance, but I was hopefully at least able to attain a norm.
The good thing for afterwards was that it freed up the remainder of my day ─ I always seem to have the day's scheduled exercising looming over my head every afternoon.
From about 10 a.m. to 1 p.m., I was to watch some T.V. with my brother ─ I operate our Android TV Box. He then sought some bed rest ere taking off for the afternoon.
After he was back into his bedroom, I changed into my gym-style shorts and then went out onto the backyard sundeck and, stretched out prone on a pad, I sunned my back for just over 40 minutes.
I then took a break to have my day's first meal, during which my brother emerged once more from his bedroom and soon enough took his leave to brave the scorching day.
It was 2:56 p.m. when I resumed further sunning, this time lounging low in a lawn- or deckchair while I faced directly into the Sun. With my bared feet on the ground, I endured just over 30 more minutes before coming into the house for a very needed nap.
I had some afternoon plans that were to follow that nap, but the chore of creating a post in my private blog exhausted all of the formerly available time. And now it is after 7 p.m.
This is distinctly disappointing ─ the early exercising availed me nothing, it seems. My day has still run away on me.
I texted my wife at 4:54 p.m. to alert her that we are short by about $423 for the monthly mortgage due to be debited tomorrow from our chequing account. She has since responded, so I anticipate that she will be involving one or both of her two sons.
Since I last received my pension income (late in June), she has debited a total of $500 from that account. I know that she spends a lot of money buying groceries for us, and creating some rather lavish, nutritious dishes that would otherwise be unavailable to me.
But her Thai restaurant earnings never seem sufficient for her purposes, and my pension falls victim as a result.
Regardless, I suppose that as long as she orchestrates a solution to obviate that cash shortfall, all is well for tomorrow.
Gosh, imagining a really cold beer presents an image of exquisite guzzling that is deeply tempting! I likely won't fall to the temptation, but I do have the cans on hand to make that vision a reality if I only choose to pop one into the fridge icebox.
I think I've about had it with blogging today. That private post has left my thumb joints aching from the pounding they've endured because I cannot type softly. This is a chronic condition I have been experiencing for many months now. The more anxious I get about completing the task at hand, the harder I tend to pound the keyboard.
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