What heavy bouts of rain we have been experiencing since my last post yesterday! We have had nothing like it since at least last Spring ─ two days of heavy gloom and thoroughly dank weather.
It's actually the sort of weather that I appreciate because it cuts down on the number of people likely to be out there wandering about as pedestrians ─ should I find myself inclined to walk anywhere.
I went to bed ahead of 9 p.m. last evening even though my younger brother had not yet shown up from the pub he had gone to drink in. I felt unusually tired. Perhaps the gloom and chill contributed, for the allure of a warm bed in a dark bedroom was strong attractive.
But I was up again not 20 minutes into the midnight hour. My brother was by then newly shut up in his bedroom, for its light was still on (as betrayed by the illumination at the base of his bedroom door).
I finally finished doing the preparatory work for a new post that I began two days ago at one of my six hosted websites, and now I can begin adding content ─ probably overnight tonight, if I get to bed early this evening once more.
I sure do wish that I could generate a second income online, but I have spent at least a decade trying and it has been entirely in vain. All I have is my monthly pension income.
But I don't want to start bitching about this. All I will say is that I have just under $75 in my chequing account (I have no savings account) following the monthly debit of the mortgage two days ago, and it is evidently too early yet in the month for my pension ─ I just checked online, and the direct deposit has yet to occur.
Anyway, right now it is 9:39 a.m., so I am going to take a break from this early start on today's post ─ I have to allow the day to develop so I can have aught to write about!
I neglected to mention earlier that while I was up overnight, I decided to perform a plank. I've not planked even a half dozen times thus far in 2020, I venture to say.
How did I do? Well, I held out until I topped five minutes. It was of course a strain, but I could have probably suffered through another minute ─ I just didn't feel like doing so. Why would I?
I already have a personal record that I achieved late last October and / or early November ─ actually, I achieved it on four different days back then. I managed to top 12 minutes on each of those four days.
My goal had been to try and work up to a 15-minute plank, but then I watched a YouTube video that I have regretted seeing ever since. The brawny young prick made a compelling case that the benefits being attributed to planks are pretty much all false.
He even went on to claim that doing a reverse plank probably garners more benefit than can the regular plank.
I became so damned discouraged by that video that I no longer had the drive to sustain the suffering to try and best my 12 minutes.
I considered just now linking to the video, but I have decided not to. Nobody should meet with the discouragement that halted me in my tracks.
But at least I must be in fair shape to be able to perform the plank I did overnight from scratch (i.e., no practice) at my present age of 70 (I turn 71 next month).
The afternoon hereabouts involved many sunny breaks, but there have been times when a cloud attempted to bring us further rain ─ any has been short-lived, failing to thoroughly wet anything.
My younger brother, of course, set off ere mid-afternoon to do whatever it is that he does before he resumes his daily drinking somewhere. Is he going to be back home by the unspoken 8:30 p.m. deadline that I have for him? Even a minute later means that I will shun him and get myself to bed as soon as I perceive him arriving.
I fully expect my wife to be showing up today ─ as I type these words, it is 5:28 p.m. She has likely been working at her friend's Thai restaurant, but her presence is not going to deflect me from getting to bed if my brother is not home as just described.
Interestingly to me, I do believe that it was the past Friday that he did last arrive home before that deadline, so I don't think that I have sat up with him to operate our Android TV Box and locate episodes of some of the T.V. series we follow since that day.
And it has been even longer than that ─ last Thursday, as I recall ─ since I last had a can of one of the strong (8% alcohol) beers that I do my best to keep in stock. If I end up watching T.V. with my brother this evening, and if my wife is home, then I will delve into that supply of beer for a can or two.
But I am perfectly content to be getting to bed early ─ and so we shall see what befalls.
I am going to bring this post to a close because I think that I am up to putting some work into that website post I finally got set up overnight. First, though, I want to post the following image that I came across on Facebook.
When I first saw it, I kept scrolling past it because I didn't realize that it was a joke. I do not happen to be a believer in recreational pot-smoking, and I just assumed without study that the photo was depicting someone into that lifestyle.
But after I had scrolled below the photo, it suddenly dawned upon me what I had seen ─ but you see for yourself:
I honestly did not initially notice that "Julia" was seated upon the back of and clinging to a cow, and not a horse! Had I not had that image flash back into my consciousness after I had scrolled on down the Facebook screen, this excellent sarcastic parody of a pot- and horse-lover would have been lost to me.
Okay, I'm done for today.
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