Although I ended my post here yesterday by declaring my intention to have a bath before getting to bed, I was foiled ─ just as I was closing out of the various programmes on my computer, my youngest stepson appropriated the facilities.
Then 8:30 p.m. ─ my younger brother's unspoken deadline ─ arrived and left, and time began marching on. I did not want to be caught up by my brother ─ if he is not home by 8:30 p.m. from wherever he has been drinking, then I have no desire to be sitting up late trying to watch T.V. with him (I operate our Android TV Box).
My stepson then began showering ─ there was no point in sitting up any longer. My bath was going to have to await this morning.
I may have been into my bed just ahead of 8:45 p.m. ─ certainly before 9 p.m. And I was to easily enough find some sleep ─ proof I needed to be there.
It was into the latter half of the midnight hour when I found myself awake enough to care about checking the time ─ it was my second check, for I had first done so right around 11 p.m. But now it was late enough for me to rise to put some work into the post I have begun developing at one of my six hosted websites, for my brother was likely to have retired for the night.
And so he had.
I was to remain up for nearly five hours before finally getting back to bed shortly after 5:30 a.m. One of my stepsons had risen shortly before and left the house to go somewhere.
I gained some further sleep, and remained abed for approximately four hours before rising and having that bath.
It is now 11:42 a.m., and I am about to make a return to bed ─ I am useless for aught else, frankly. I am very hungry and feeling weak. But I cannot have any sustenance, for I have been involved with intermittent fasting for several weeks now. I could have a black instant coffee, I suppose, but I would prefer to have one of my fabulous hot caffeinated beverages that are as sustaining as a liquid meal.
However, I cannot have anything like that until at least after 12:30 p.m., and preferably even no sooner than 1:30 p.m. But since I feel too wretchedly depleted to engage any physical activity, I think that it is best that I just return to my bed for even more sleep. Thereafter, it will undoubtedly be late enough into my day that I can have that wondrous drink.
I can hear some rain falling, so our wet weather continues. Is this not day four of it? I do believe so.
The rain did not endure, and I think we even had a few sunny breaks ─ I'm not positive about that, however.
I had hoped to get out today to do some shopping, but I have been too tied down. Obligations to my two blogs and further desired work on that website post, plus other involvements relating to E-mail and other research.
I read today that the late British singer Cilla Black ─ who died from a fall in 2015 when she was 72 years old ─ had reportedly claimed the year before that she did not want to live beyond the age of 75 because she feared she would just be watching herself die in increasing increments, and she was already suffering enough from that gradual physical decay.
I feel similarly. It is becoming too much for me to keep struggling to have the appearance of unusual physical fitness as I near the age of 71; and like Cilla, over the past decade and more, I have witnessed more and more of me ─ my body ─ commence to steadily fail.
It is inexorable, for none of these failings can be corrected and former abilities regained or reclaimed. They are permanent, and will only fail further with time.
It is becoming too much to live with.
As it is, I am striving ─ and intermittent fasting is part of that ─ to have a physique worthy of visually recording for perhaps the last time on my 71st birthday next month. It may be my final record.
It is already well past 7 p.m., so I am going to bring this post to a close.
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