For some bizarre reason, my younger brother arrived home last evening ere it was yet 8:10 p.m. ─ it may have been no later than 8:05 p.m.
It seems like it has been 10 days since he has gotten home before 8:30 p.m., and he finally does it on a Saturday?
I had just begun watching one of the T.V. series I follow which I knew he would have no interest in (i.e., Chesapeake Shores), so I had to back out of it via the Android TV Box that I was using for its sources.
But I was obligated now to sit up in the Box's operation to fetch episodes of series that my brother and I follow in common.
And so it was that I was not to bed until possibly as late as 11:30 p.m., although I had drawn the line at just three episodes of series T.V. (The Orville, Peaky Blinders, and Underground). Normally I might have squeezed in a sitcom, but my brother was already clearly 'stupid drunk' by the time the second show was playing, and I felt like I would be wasting any further T.V. on him.
He was rambling in commentary, and also making utterly silly high-pitched conversational noises in the parodying of who-the-hell-knows-whom or -what. He was sounding like someone deep into some form of dementia, and this voice of his is repellent to me ─ why he would think he is humourous defies my understanding. Yet it is only a voice that my drunkard brother uses ─ his sober self never has anything to do with the pathetic affectation.
Concerning my use of the word "humourous" just above, it is intentional. You can read in an article at HotPepper.ca titled Difference between humorous and humourous that it has considerable enduring historical precedence; and I can apparently add as many as 404 other historical uses of the word in this search at Archive.org.
Anyway, I had early-morning plans ─ a shopping expedition to the nearest outlet of The Real Canadian Superstore that is supposedly a 5.625-mile round trip hike from here, but I sometimes seem adept at managing to somewhat increase that distance by taking a wrong turn at some point.
I don't drive, so I have to walk. Even so, the exercise is crucial to me at my age of 70, and this was the first walk that I have managed to acquire in exactly two weeks.
Around 3 a.m. overnight I almost rose; but then I decided to try and sink into one further bout of sleep to better ensure that I would have the stuff to confront the hike ─ I would want to leave here as soon after 6 a.m. as possible, for the store opens at 7 a.m., and I abhor being abroad in the public once the day is busy.
When I next checked the time, it was around 4:20 a.m., so I rose then.
I put in some work on the post I am so slowly developing at one of my six hosted websites, and I also watered the front yard flower garden. The Sunday morning edition of The Province that I subscribe to had already been delivered ─ along with yesterday's missing edition of the Vancouver Sun which I wrote about that day.
My brother was going to have lots to read when he eventually rose later in the morning.
By the time I readied myself for the journey, it was 6:10 a.m. when I was on my way.
For the first time this Summer, I did not wear a full jacket ─ I have been wearing a black denim jacket. This morning, I only covered my polo-type top with a sleeveless denim jacket that I left wide-open.
My shopping venture was a success and otherwise uneventful, although on the hike to the store I did espy two separate flat-backed millipedes, as well as a dead dragon fly that had most likely been struck by a motor vehicle.
It never occurred to me to photograph any of these things ─ not that I expect many people would find the subject matter of interest.
I will say that the trip back home was arduous, for my two carrying or tote bags were equally heavy with contents from my shopping, and thus my pace slowed considerably. Some of the reason for that was due to my toes becoming quite painful from constantly being compressed against the ends of the insides of my boots ─ this was especially troublesome in the descent of hills.
No one was yet up when I arrived home, possibly nigh 8:25 a.m.
I never returned to bed until something like 9:50 a.m., and just ahead of my brother's emergence who was stirring about in his bedroom following his shower.
I napped, but was awake by 11 a.m. However, it took me some while to rally myself and finally get up, for my body was absolutely tingling everywhere from the exertions involved in getting my groceries home.
A big draw in getting up was the fact that I had taken no sustenance as yet, apart from a black instant coffee before my trip. I was keenly in the mood for a mug of one of my delicious and sustaining hot caffeinated beverages.
The day is going to be a hot one as I type these words at 12:36 p.m. As yet, I am undecided as to whether I should first do some sunning, or have my day's first relatively light repast.
And so I break from blogging of my day thus far.
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I chose to sun first, and my back session began very late in the noon hour ─ just over 40 minutes while lying upon a pad on the backyard sundeck, and while attired in just a pair of gym-style shorts.
My brother had gone to his bedroom to rest up for his usual afternoon departure to ultimately end up drinking somewhere, but I had just risen from the sunning and put on my tank top and runners when he appeared at the sundeck doorway to announce his impending departure.
I then had my day's first of two reasonably small meals; and then I went back outside to sun my front for just over 40 minutes, this time while slouched low in a deck- or lawn-chair, with my bared feet on the ground. That session ended at 3:01 p.m.
The afternoon was easier to handle than anticipated where heat was concerned because the sky was in a state of "variable" cloud for the remainder of the day.
It was time for my needed nap.
And that has basically caught me up to date, for right now it is 5:26 p.m. My small meal still lies somewhat heavily within me, so it will be some time yet before I assault my day's scheduled exercise session here in the house. I may even lie down first to allow the mugful of my day's second hot caffeinated beverage to percolate through me ─ it is probably responsible for most of the full feeling I am experiencing.
The question now is whether or not my younger brother will be back home this evening by 8:30 p.m. If he is not, then I won't be sitting up with him to try and entertain us with some episodes of any of our shows. It will be an early bedtime for me!
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