After rising overnight and putting work into the post I have in progress at my website MyRetirementDream.com, I achieved the targetted minimum quota of content, and then I succumbed to my endorphin addiction and helplessly remained up until long past 6 a.m. ─ it may have been more like 6:30 a.m.
After finding sleep, I was not to make a check of the time until just after 9:20 a.m., and rose then. On weekdays, I join my brother around 10 a.m. and we watch shows via our Android TV Box (which I operate) for the next three or so hours. I needed to be getting up for that impending session of brotherly togetherness ─ after all, we do absolutely nothing else together.
And so went my day, more or less ─ a sunny day it was, in fact. My eldest stepson will be benefitting from it the most ─ late in the morning he headed away with friends to snowboard on one of the reasonably nearby mountains. I believe that this will be his second involvement in the activity ─ he first tried it out not 10 days ago.
Yesterday afternoon I got all of our Christmas lights set up to go, but I never turned them on that evening, nor after midnight despite being up until almost the vaguest beginnings of dawn this morning. Thus, they shall all shine in a glorious orchestration this evening after the striking of 6 p.m. now that the first December eve will have arrived.
I had been concerned about them not being monitored after I went to bed in the mid-evening yesterday, for it isn't likely safe having them burning after everyone else goes to bed. But it has since occurred to me that only rarely do I ever rise in the wee a.m. and find no one else still up. Usually, one or both of my stepsons are still up ─ and my wife, if she is home that night. There should thus never be an occasion when at least one person is not awake and able to sound any alarm should the worst indeed ever strike our home.
My wife went to work this afternoon, leaving around 4 p.m. She will not likely be back until at least tomorrow evening, I would venture. I generally enjoy having her home, but I confess to becoming rather anxious this afternoon for her to make her departure ─ I had grown oppressively in need of a nap. Without one, there was no chance that I would be capable of enduring some scheduled exercising.
The preceding was composed in the latter afternoon following the nap I spoke of, but before I undertook to light up all of the Christmas lights.
Well, half of the display ─ the several connected strings of relatively large lights festooning the eaves of the three sides of our open carport, and which start blinking randomly once they warm up ─ have no electrical outlet access. The sole outlet in the carport where I have always plugged them in is now entirely hogged ─ and in fact utterly obliterated, for I cannot even seen the outlet covering ─ by a huge adaptor for some electrical device related to my eldest stepson's Harley-Davidson XL1200 that is sitting out there covered up and awaiting more genial riding conditions.
He is still away on that snowboarding excursion, but I informed his younger brother. Evidently that lad intends to broach the topic, for those lights truly do contribute enormously to the overall display, lighting up the open and otherwise darkened carport dramatically. This is quite a boon for anyone backing their vehicle in at night.
I am going to call it quits with this post at this point, for it is already just after 8:30 p.m., and I honestly don't feel like fleshing it out as I am so adeptly capable of doing.
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