I was in an undeniably bad way when last I posted ─ best no more be said.
I watched a Christmas movie early last evening, and had a can of strong (8% alcohol) beer while doing so. The movie was 2010's Farewell Mr. Kringle.
I had concern that it would fail to involve me emotionally, but that was not the case. However, some of that emotion may have been due to the mental framework I was already locked into.
The lead role in the movie belonged to actress Christine Taylor, whom I cannot say I have ever seen act before. Nevertheless, I liked her. And it seemed to this appraising old-timer that she had unusually well-developed calves for someone who seemed otherwise to have relatively slim legs.
If my younger brother has his girlfriend Bev over for a couple of days this coming Christmastime (she has sometimes spent as many as a couple of successive nights here), I may re-watch the movie with the two of them.
The movie took me to approximately 9:15 p.m. (I had tuned it in via our Android TV Box), and I had to cancel out of it just as the closing credits began because my younger brother was arriving home well beyond the unspoken 8:30 p.m. deadline that I have in place for him.
In truth, I had to overstay myself in the living room just to catch all of the final scene; and so in my rush to cancel out of the credits and then the Android TV Box itself, as well as get the T.V. switched back over to its basic cable programming, I neglected to turn down the volume.
I realized this once I was into my bed when I heard the T.V. boom loudly once my brother had turned it on, for I had raised up the volume to '60' out of a possible scale of '100' for benefit of the movie. Normally, I turn the volume down to '22' when I switch the T.V. over to its basic cable.
Had I not been so rushed to escape the living room, I would not have been so neglectful.
Unfortunately, I was still emotional after getting to bed, and this likely delayed my sleep for some time.
Of course sleep ultimately did arrive, but the point came where my curiosity had me checking the time in the latter half of the midnight hour, and that is when I rose to come here to my computer to involve myself in some work.
Initially, my brother was still stirring about in his bedroom with the light on, so I knew that he had not retired to his room all that much before I had emerged from mine.
I had morning plans to do some grocery shopping, so I didn't wish to sit up too long. I like to arrive on foot to the store as soon after its 7 a.m. opening as is comfortable for me ─ the store is at least a 1¼-mile hike from here.
However, with that said, I became quite involved with 'perfecting' the first post at my new website MyRetirementDream.com before I finally got the effort published: Sir Rᴏʙᴇʀᴛ H. Sᴄʜᴏᴍʙᴜʀɢᴋ's 1860 Boat Excursion from Bangkok.
I put a heck of a lot of work into that post! But tweaking the finalizations ere publishing it took longer than I realized, for I lost track of the time. I think that it was at least 4:30 a.m. before I checked. There was no way I was going to continue sitting up and then make that hike to go shopping.
And so with only a little more than an hour in which to get some bed rest, I set my cellphone's alarm for 5:45 a.m., and then I nestled into bed to try and seek a nap.
That alarm sounded much sooner than I cared. I did manage to nap a little, but I craved to remain abed ─ and I did so for five or more minutes thereafter.
But I knew that I needed to have a cup of hot black instant coffee, and I needed the time in which to drink it, so I got myself up to go downstairs and get the water boiling.
As I sat here drinking that cup of coffee, I got involved in making a post at my private blog; and as a result, before I had it completed and published, the delay in getting ready for my cold outing resulted in me not leaving home until after 7 a.m. ─ the store was already open before I had even left home.
My destination was the nearest outlet (Google Map) of Save-On-Foods, the only market that I know of that opens at 7 a.m. and does not have a mandatory face mask policy ─ I refuse to shop anywhere that does have any such policy.
The night before marked our first experience with frost hereabouts at this end of the year. Yesterday was quite clear and sunny, and so the sky overnight was also mainly clear. As a consequence, I was indeed chilly when I left home this morning in the dark. The sky only had the vaguest hint of some blue in the east.
I was to see two separate individuals in the vicinity of Surrey Place (Central City) ─ which is approximately a mile from here ─ sleeping on the street.
Naturally they were not literally sleeping on the street. The first person was huddled up in a sheltered bus stop, and was entirely covered over with a transparent sheet of plastic. He or she may only have had heavy clothing on ─ that is, nothing like a blanket or sleeping bag.
The second person was just a short distance beyond, and nestled into a sleeping bag, in a bit of nook and tight up alongside the Simon Fraser University tower. If whomever it was chose the spot judiciously, perhaps there was a vent discharging heated air.
As for my shopping, I didn't really need very much. Yet by the time I was done shopping, my load ─ distributed between two carrying or tote bags ─ was even heavier than what I had complained about last weekend.
I had to stop three or four times to adjust my grips on the bags; and by the time I was home again, some of my fingers were badly stinging from the cold. Once I was into the warm house, I had to endure that 'thawing' agony before I could begin putting away my purchases.
When that small chore was done, I came here to soon begin work on this post. My brother rose a short time ago and is now downstairs reading a newspaper and enjoying his morning coffee.
It is presently 9:41 a.m., and I am keen to return to bed. I am certainly in need of further sleep, but I also want to escape the discomfort of considerable hunger. Due to my lifestyle embarkation maybe eight weeks ago of intermittent fasting, I must deny myself any calories until at least the passage of 12:30 p.m.
Since it is easier to pass the ensuing few hours with as little awareness as possible, some time napping will help cut down on the wait before I can finally enjoy one of my sumptuous hot caffeinated beverages that are practically a meal in themselves.
So I shall break here, and resume considerably later in my day when I have something further to report.
It is now 5:22 p.m., and my afternoon is nigh done.
I have not expended it without purpose ─ I have gotten my second and final remaining domain (of the six that I had owned for a decade or more) now set up as a website by making of it an addon domain to my main domain website MyRetirementDream.com which is webhosted at InterServer.
Since there is no purpose yet in linking to the website (Thai-Iceland.com), I will not do so. As yet, I still need to get WordPress installed into it, and then create the requisite three or four static pages that are the 'bare bones' minimum that a website should have.
I also got both websites linked to the FTP software installation of FileZilla that I have on my computer. I opted to give Thai-Iceland.com its own FTP setup just in case one day I decide to separate the two domains and have Thai-Iceland.com placed onto a different shared server account all of its own.
Figuring out how to connect FileZilla to MyRetirementDreram.com took me quite some while.
I would like to return to resume work on Thai-Iceland.com rather than waste time droning on with today's post, but I don't honestly believe that I have sufficient time remaining in my day. I still have some exercising I feel obligated to tackle; and of course, I need for my evening to be all cleared up so that I can hightail to bed if I notice my younger brother arriving home beyond his 8:30 p.m. deadline.
When I had my late morning nap and then rose early into the noon hour, I found him gone. No doubt, he would have eventually rendezvoused with fellow drinkers, and it was far too early into the afternoon for him to be doing that.
The odds of him being in reasonable condition by the time he arrives home are most poor.
And now my wife has shown up (5:55 p.m.) for the first time this weekend ─ I really must take my leave from blogging for today.
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