Unfortunately for me, my younger brother was home by 8:20 p.m. last evening, so I felt obliged to sit up with him and operate our Android TV Box to find sources for an episode each of four of the T.V. series we follow in common.
I even had a can of the strong (8% alcohol) beer that I try to keep in stock. I opened it around 11 p.m. ─ well past the start of my 16 hours of intermittent fasting (since last weekend, I seek not to take in any calories from about 8:30 p.m. until midway through the noon hour).
I did wrestle over having the beer, but I finally had to conclude that I had little option other than practically giving up drinking. I'm not going to restrict any drinking to the afternoons or early evenings, after all. And I normally only have anything to drink while I am enjoying some evening T.V.
So as I said, there was no real choice, other than to not have anything at all to drink.
I was not to get to bed until 12:08 a.m. The consequence of doing so was that by 4 a.m. I was awake, and ere it was yet 4:20 a.m. I had given up trying to sleep because I was too ill at ease over not being able to find the time later to add the minimum quota of content that I seek to add on a daily basis to whatever post I may have under construction at one of my six hosted websites.
I never returned to bed until shortly after 8:30 p.m., but I never felt normalized throughout that time ─ either physically nor wilfully. I had hoped this past week to get away early in the morning today to do some shopping, but I just didn't have the inner strength to go forth and face the public ─ it was essential to feel far more rested than I did.
I do not drive, so I have to walk.
Anyway, I was not in bed too much over another 1½ hours. And right now, it is 11:02 a.m. while I finish up a large cup of black instant coffee. The day is now too busy for my liking.
Obviously I blame my late evening with my brother yesterday for this failure to make use of my morning. He goes out drinking on a daily basis; yet he is very effective at arriving home surprisingly early on Friday and Saturday evenings from wherever he has gone to do his drinking, and it quite annoys me.
Most people who are out drinking at pubs or bars have those two evenings as the ones they are most likely to stay out latest ─ but not him! Those are the only two in which he is most likely to show up back home early.
And since Saturdays and Sundays are the only two mornings of the week in which I have the time to venture forth to do my shopping, he is sabotaging my chances to do so.
Now tomorrow morning is my sole hope to get any shopping done.
The day thus far is quite sunny. Since I am going to be home, I would like to try and get in at least 40 minutes sunning both my front and my back. However, as yet the backyard is still primarily shaded because of the late-Summer positioning of the Sun, so I must wait. Nevertheless, I am going to break from this post now and work on an entry in my private blog.
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It is now 5:16 p.m., and I did get in that sunning. If I am correct, I managed a minimum of 44 minutes for each of my front and my back ─ my day's first meal and hot caffeinated beverage served as an intermission between the two sessions.
I have since had a short afternoon nap that has left me feeling rather awful. I am having my day's second and final hot caffeinated beverage to bring me out of that state, for I have some exercising that I yet wish to conclude.
Game three of the NHL playoffs series between the Vancouver Canucks and the Vegas Golden Knights is scheduled for 6:45 p.m., and I wouldn't mind watching some or all of it. However, I really do not wish to be sitting up late this evening, so I have no intention of being caught up by my brother if he is not home until after 8:30 p.m.
There is a chance that he will instead end up going to his girlfriend Bev's home this evening to catch the game and then spend the night there, but I cannot bank on it. Rather, I must be all set to evacuate the living room and the T.V. if I notice him arriving home even as late as 8:31 p.m., or else I will be dooming myself to remaining up for the ensuing totality of the evening, and in so doing jeopardize tomorrow's early morning shopping hopes.
Note that I don't have any pressing grocery needs ─ it is actually the walk that is my primary concern. If I fail to feel able to get out and hike anywhere early tomorrow, then I will not have another opportunity until next weekend. And this is not at all good ─ going on a good walk every other week is unjustifiably inefficient from a health and fitness perspective.
That is especially so for this 70-year-old.
I just got diverted doing an online search for a nutritional supplement (leucine) to see what was available, and I exhausted considerable time. It is now after 6:30 p.m., and I have yet to tackle that bit of exercise ─ I must do so with alacrity.
And so I bring this post to a close ─ tomorrow is (usually) another day.
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