My afternoon yesterday ran out of time for any blogging here. It finally came down to either trying for a quick post, or else forsaking some exercise I had scheduled.
I cannot afford to be skipping physical activity any longer at my age, so a post here had to be sacrificed.
Also, game six of the Canucks / Golden Knights playoffs series was scheduled for 6:45 p.m., and I was not going to sit here trying to dream up content for a blog post when that crucial game was on tap.
Leading into the previous game, the Canucks ─ Canada's last team in the playoffs ─ had been down three games to one in this 'best of seven' series, and two of our losses had been without even one goal on the scoreboard. But we managed to win a second game and cut that margin.
Could we somehow tie up the series last evening?
Well, the answer was strongly affirmative ─ we won the game, 4 - 0. And now the deciding game is set for this evening ─ it's all or nothing for one of the two teams.
Rather interestingly where concerned the other three sets of competitions in this round of playoffs, two of the match-ups had also seen one of the losing teams sitting at 3 - 1 by game four and facing elimination from the playoffs, but they also managed to win two consecutive games and tie up their series just as did the Canucks.
So everything is on the line for three pairings of teams. A fourth pairing finished with one team (Boston Bruins) unable to win more than one game, and thus leaving the playoffs upon losing four games in only five that needed to be played.
Despite my interest in last evening's outcome, I was fully prepared to go to bed if my younger brother did not arrive home by 8:30 p.m. from wherever he had been drinking.
However, my wife showed up somewhere from 8:15 - 8:20 p.m. following her workday at her friend's Thai restaurant, and I believe that the second period break in the game was occurring.
I still intended to go to bed if my brother did not show up until after 8:30 p.m. ─ I did not wish to become involved with him thereafter, having to sit up late (following the game) in operation of our Android TV Box to locate episodes of three of the T.V. series he and I follow in common.
As it happened, 8:30 p.m. arrived, and he was not yet here. The third period had begun, but my wife had usurped the bathroom. I needed to use it before getting myself to bed.
Well, I waited a few minutes as I continued to watch thegame, and then finally I decided to use my brother's toilet in his en suite shower room. I did so, and I had just come back downstairs to turn off the T.V. when I realized that he was already home and in the house.
I had been foiled ─ there he was to my immediate left removing his footwear, fully cognizant of my presence and the fact that I had the game playing on T.V. (he had been watching it elsewhere).
I was going to have to sit up.
And I did ─ I even had two cans of the beer I keep in stock. I think that it was something like 12:38 a.m. before I was to bed.
I hate late evenings. My preferred routine involves getting to bed early so that I can rise overnight and put work into whatever post I may have under construction at one of my six hosted websites. Now I was going to have to try and get that work done after spending as full a night in bed as I possibly could.
As it was to develop, it was around 6:40 a.m. when I rose this morning to get at that website task, but at least I did accomplish the targetted amount of content I intended for today.
One contributory exhaustion of my time last afternoon was of course a sunning session ─ just over 40 minutes exposing my front as I slouched low in a deck- or lawn-chair while facing into the Sun, and attired in a pair of gym shorts. It was my first sunning session since Sunday ─ I had missed three consecutive days.
I sunned similarly this afternoon, too; but I had gotten a head start on a needed nap first ─ my younger brother surprised me by heading on up to his bedroom at 12:30 p.m. instead of 1 p.m. as is more usual for him.
So I sought my own nap early as well, finding him gone for the afternoon when I emerged from my bedroom.
I have just discovered that this evening's hockey game is scheduled for 6 p.m. ─ I have no hope of getting to bed early, unless my brother remains away for the duration of the entire game since it has such an early start. It should be finished around the time he would normally be looking at coming home, so maybe he just may do that ─ watch the game elsewhere.
So we'll see. At least my wife is not likely to be home to complicate my early bedtime if such does become a possibility. (But that's a topic for another time.)
Sure, I love my brother, but his drunken persona can be far too odious to tolerate. And as explained, I do not like having late evenings.
I didn't anticipate such an early hockey game start this evening, so I am going to have to prematurely bring this post to a close ─ I still have to make a post in my private blog.
Anyway, tomorrow is usually another day for many or most of us, so it will likely be for me as well.
Maybe I'll see you then?
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