I took another deep dive into that which is unspeakably foul last evening, rather than getting to bed as early as I could have.
As it was, I retired at 10:20 p.m., for my younger brother had still not bused home from wherever he had gone to drink.
I suppose that I did have a good initial block of sleep, for I was not to check the time again until around 2 a.m. when I then rose to put work into the post I am developing at one of my six hosted websites.
I was not to return to bed until around 6 a.m., and I remained there until possibly 8:30 a.m. before rising for the morning. My brother was already watching T.V. by then, but I did not join him to put our Android TV Box into play until 10 a.m.
We were to have a lovely, sunny day.
My brother had sought his bed rest shortly after 1 p.m. to restore himself for his afternoon away to begin his drinking again. I must have gotten caught up in E-mails and such, for by the time he was stirring and readying himself in his bedroom for his public appearance, I had still failed to get in the backyard toolshed exercising session scheduled for today, nor to do any sunning.
But I had unearthed something that I knew would be of profound interest to him ─ the fairly recent breaking news that there was not likely to be a 'game three' this evening in the Stanley Cup playoffs between our Vancouver Canucks and the Vegas Golden Knights.
I had found an article link posted on Facebook by a former co-worker ─ it was a link to CityNews1130.com: Vancouver Canucks game postponed in protest against racial injustice.
And so when my brother emerged from his bedroom, I called his attention to it.
At first his tendency was to question the authenticity of the article, but a Google search revealed too many others presenting similar declarations.
All of this seemed to have boiled up within the previous three or so hours.
If indeed there is no evening hockey game, then it may be that my brother will be in no haste to arrive home this evening, and I may well be able to have an opportunity to be to bed by mid-evening or thereabouts ─ although my wife is due home at some point this evening after she finishes working at her friend's Thai restaurant.
Nevertheless, I will not let her potential presence forestall my bedtime if my brother does not show up until after 8:30 p.m. ─ that is his unspoken deadline. I choose not to sit up with him and operate our Android TV Box into the late evening to locate episodes of any of the T.V. series we follow in common.
Anyway, I was to have both my toolshed exercise session, and just over 40 minutes sunning my front while attired just in a pair of gym shorts, my bared feet on the backyard lawn as I slouched low in a deck- or lawn-chair.
I believe that it was 3:32 p.m. when I called it quits, and came into the house to soon have my first rather small meal of the day.
I am somewhat trying to follow an intermittent fasting routine whereby I take in no calories except between 12:30 p.m. and 8:30 p.m. ─ in other words, over an eight-hour period.
I used to wait until at least 10 a.m. before having my day's first hot caffeinated beverage, but as of this past weekend I have begun holding off until into the noon hour. And although I did not weigh myself today, yesterday I was hovering around 180 pounds ─ and have been doing so for a few days previous to that.
This is a drop of at least five pounds over what I weighed maybe 10 days to two weeks ago.
I don't have any kind of weight problem at five feet and something under 11 inches in height, but at my present age of 70, I have noticed more of an abdominal 'pouch' than I care to display.
For most of my adult life, I have weighed around 185 pounds or just under. But I am most curious to see what this eight-hour eating window is going to achieve for me.
I of course will break it on any evening when I happen to sit up and have a beer or two while watching some T.V. with my brother, but I will not eat anything outside of that eight-hour window on those occasions. The beer ingestion will be my sole liberty, and I do not foresee any negative issue therewith.
By the way, my youngest stepson arrived home in the latter afternoon, home from his near-week 'road trip' away to Calgary with two of his friends (we live in Surrey). None of the three know anyone who lives in Calgary, nor had any of them been there before.
However, I have yet to ask the 22-year-old about his adventure ─ I finally sought a nap soon after he was home, or else I would never have been able to sit here to blog. My eyes are so very poor.
It is already after 7 p.m., and I have yet to create a post in my private blog. With that being so, I must now take leave from this post and get it published.
I just want to observe how difficult it is now to sun both my front and my back ─ there just doesn't seem to be sufficient sunshine in the backyard anymore due to the advance of Summer.
Since I like to try and expose both my front and my back for at least 40 minutes each, I always take a break between sessions ─ usually to eat, but sometimes even to nap. However, since I only waste three or so hours (10 a.m. - 1 p.m., approximately) of my day watching T.V. with my brother on weekdays and not the two days of the weekends, perhaps I can squeeze in some extra time this Saturday and Sunday ─ the sunshine is supposed to endure.
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