Something has gone awry with me ─ perhaps my version of 'hitting the wall'.
I was to have but one can of the strong (8% alcohol) beer that I wrote in yesterday's post of desiring, and after some accompanying T.V. downstairs, I was upstairs here at my computer and newly into checking out Odessa Orlewicz's Facebook account posts when I heard my younger brother coming into the house after arriving home from wherever he had been drinking.
It was well before 9 p.m. at the time ─ maybe even ahead of 8:30 p.m. Nevertheless, I quickly shut down from Facebook and retired to my bedroom to wait out my brother. I had plans that would unlikely be met if I got involved with him into sitting up until midnight operating our Android TV Box to watch any shows on T.V.
Eventually I was to lapse into a nap; and when I came out of it and checked the time, it was 10:31 p.m. That was somewhat encouraging, I thought. My brother usually goes to his bedroom for the night around midnight. Perhaps I could manage yet another nap and bring that hour all the nearer.
But no, sleep would not come. When next I looked, it was something like 11:14 p.m., yet I kept waiting and hoping a little sleep might arrive.
When it did not, I considered rising around 11:30 p.m. and just coming here to my computer where it is kept in the small room immediately next to my bedroom. I waited a few minutes further, and then I rose and dressed; but then I reconsidered and just lay down atop my bed to relax as deeply as I could.
I was soon rewarded with the sounds of my brother readying to come upstairs for the night; and when he shut himself up in his bedroom, I checked and found that it was not yet 11:50 p.m.
I was at liberty to rise and come here to work in calm and privacy at my computer, even if I did not feel as properly supplied with boosting sleep as I would have liked.
Ever in my mind was my intention to try and get away early this morning to visit the government liquor store two miles from here. It opens at 9:30 a.m., and since I do not drive, I would be walking.
I had no true needs, for my beer supply is quite adequate at present. However, Sunday of next weekend is Valentine's Day, and I thought that it might be nice to at least have a fairly decent bottle of wine for my wife. And since I would be at the store for that, I would maybe buy a dozen cans of my preferred strong beer and likely one or two other bottles of wine.
Unbeknownst to my wife, I have begun stocking bottles of red wines into a closed cabinet that she and I use for liquor and wine, and which is tucked away into a corner of the living room. She only rarely looks into it ─ usually when she is home and desperate for something because she did not buy anything to bring home with her.
Sure, I have only added two bottles of red wine thus far, but that was all the more reason to buy another bottle or two this morning.
It was raining outside while I was up, and the rain seemed to even increase as the night wore on. There would be no chance of me going anywhere without further sleep, so I hope that it was no later than 4 a.m. that I returned to bed to further restore myself, for I was declining rather markedly. In fact, I had even decided not to set my cellphone's alarm ─ not doing so was a bid to try and obtain as much valued sleep as might be possible for me, for I am a poor sleeper.
Alas, I did not achieve any dramatic improvement. Notwithstanding, I did finally check the time at something like 7:01 a.m. and after a couple or more minutes I rose and dressed. My youngest stepson was up, for he likely had to go to work later in the morning.
He often enjoys pampering himself in the morning by nipping out in his brother's car and driving to a fast food joint (usually Tim Hortons) for at least a coffee, so when I heard him probably do this, I came downstairs to boil water for a cup of black unsweetened instant coffee.
I was to drink that, but it did not aid me one whit ─ whatever my ill state, I was unrecoverable from it. And feeling I had no recourse, I returned to bed at 8:44 a.m.
I noted that under other circumstances, I would have only needed a 15-minute resting of my poor eyes, and then I would have been able to rise and ready myself for the hike. I even contemplated whether it was yet possible. But my situation felt unnaturally dire. I even speculated that judging by how I was feeling, it seemed perfectly possible that embarking on the venture might result in a heart attack along the way. I am 71 years old, after all.
And so I stayed myself to seek whatever sleep might naturally come to me.
To my considerable surprise, when next I checked the time, it was 11:32 a.m. And even then, it took me several minutes of merely laying there in bed before I could finally haul myself up and out of it to get dressed.
I would be going nowhere ─ the day was too busy. I cannot bear the public. I need to conduct these shopping feats when it is as early as possible for me to do them. Besides, the day with inexplicably quite bright and sunny. There was a chilly wind blowing that had dispelled the rain cloud cover, and the skies remained a mix of Sun and cloud with an accent on the former.
It is doubly anathematic for me to have both a late start and also brilliant sunshine to any shopping expeditions that I might want to perform. I prefer the anonymity of the dark ─ or at least of gloom and weather inclemency ─ that may be reducing the stressful population who are likely to be extant out there. Sunshine brings out far, far too many people who otherwise might not have embraced the outdoors.
All of that aside, however, I still felt unnaturally below what is par for me.
My brother was downstairs watching T.V., but I passed time upstairs here at my computer until it was well beyond 12:30 p.m. ─ that is the point in my day at which I must wait before I can take in any calories, for I try to observe a regimen of intermittent fasting.
I could now have one of my delicious hot caffeinated beverages that are incredibly bracing and sustaining. I joined my brother in the living room for some conversation, and then he invited me to tune in something via our Android TV Box if the feature was not to be too long.
I had some videos that I had previously downloaded into a USB flash drive, so I hastened upstairs here and retrieved it, and then inserted it into our Android TV Box, and we were to watch three of those. I led them off with this one that can be found at BitChute: 21st Century NUREMBERG Trials. The British woman hosting that 13-minute video includes a sequence where elderly Dr. Vernon Coleman ─ seated in his easy chair ─ goes through page after page of reports on deaths due to SARS-CoV-2 vaccinations.
Then he pauses, and not quite five minutes into the woman's video, he breaks down into sobbing. He then manages to pull himself together enough to shout out raging profanity at one specific British politician (David Lammy?) and others unnamed who he feels are responsible for these kinds of atrocities.
There are other longer videos ─ around 15 minutes ─ that are exclusively of Dr. Vernon Coleman when he was recording that full sequence. Two BitChute sources are here and here.
It is most affecting to see him so overwrought with such deep, heartfelt emotion.
Anyway, as I said, there were two other videos on the same topic to follow, and then my brother felt it was time for him to come upstairs to his bedroom to commence readying for his departure. I took the opportunity to nip out to the backyard toolshed for a little quick exercising, and returned into the house to find that my brother had gone.
My eldest stepson was still home ─ he had been all the morning.
I finally had my day's first meal, and then once more I had to return to bed for a nap. I was only there for 70 or so minutes, however, but the nap was definitely restorative. And my day's second hot caffeinated beverage was to follow.
Right now it is 5:58 p.m., and I am going to seek some further rest. I have it in mind to brave the night and make that hike to the liquor store after it is dark, provided that I can resurrect sufficient reserves.
By the time I forsook my computer after taking that break from blogging, I discovered that it was already nighttime. And so I began what is for me the lengthy process of readying for that journey. I finally left barely ahead of 7 p.m., managing to avoid being noticed by my eldest stepson who was busy in the kitchen cooking himself a meal. He eats multiple times a day, and is a 'gym rat'. Yesterday he told me that for about two weeks now he has remained steadily at or just above a 200-pound bodyweight at a height of five feet and 10 or so inches.
He said he had managed to attain 200 pounds some weeks earlier, but it was temporary. The next time he weighed himself, he had lost about five pounds and could only conclude that fluid retention had been behind the higher weigh-in.
Anyway, I got my awful walk done. The liquor store I visited two miles from here is in Whalley at 108th Avenue & King George Boulevard (Google Map), so there are better areas in which to be walking after dark. I always find myself uneasy on such ventures ─ at least during the outward leg of the trip. I was more at ease on the homeward haul.
I bought exactly what I had earlier opined that I was likely after ─ a dozen cans of strong beer, and three 750-ml bottles of wine. The one I bought for my wife as a Valentine's Day present was advertised as being Bartier Bros. Cabernet Franc 2019 at $26.99 (normally $28.99), but I now see that the vintage year on the bottle I have is 2018. Since the price was the same, I must conclude that the liquor store made the error in the year on their website, for that was where I made my selections before taking on the trek.
My wife's wine of choice is merlot, but I am broadening her experience.
The other two bottle of wine that I will hide away for some future discovery by my wife were Backyard Vineyards Nosey Neighbour Red at $13.99 (normally $15.99); and Bask Pinot Noir at $9.99 (normally $11.99).
I will seek to get her a Valentine's Day card very early tomorrow morning (Sunday).
You may think that the bottle of wine is a shabby gift, but we hardly have a robust marriage. Besides, her birthday will follow Valentine's Day by a mere eight days, so I will try and get her some other wine for that day (along with a card).
I am a pensioner with no other income but pension money, so she will feel fortunate to have been given anything on both days.
I made it back home just ahead of 8:35 p.m., and I was upstairs here at my computer taking off my boots ─ the final stage in my disrobing of outdoor attire ─ when I heard my brother come into the house.
Gone was my hope to sit here for a while at my computer enjoying a can of beer. Heck, I hd not even had anything to eat beyond that afternoon meal.
But my sole recourse was to seek my bed and try to nap away some of the latter evening as I awaited my brother's eventual bedtime. Otherwise, I might have had to sit up with him in the operation of our Android TV Box. I find that sharing evening television with him is usually a waste of my time and of potentially decent viewing because he often is too sloshed to appreciate what is being shown ─ if he can even stay conscious. It is nothing for him to be passing out within five minutes of the start of the first show.
I no longer subject myself to any of this. I only watch T.V. with him in the latter morning when he is sober.
Anyway, despite my challenging outing, I managed very little napping; but at least I was comfortable in bed due to the toll the hike had taken upon me.
However, my brother did not finally retire until around 11:45 p.m., so I was unable to complete this post before the midnight hour. As a result, I am doing so now during that hour, but I will pre-date it to just ahead of midnight.
Now, come the early morning, I have a 5.625-mile round trip hike before me to do some grocery shopping with the intention of arriving at the distant store as soon after its 7 a.m. opening as I can manage. It will be dark almost throughout that leg of the journey, but at least the more negative element of society are unlikely to be extant at that stage of the night.
And it is a better section of Surrey.
Notwithstanding having said all of that, I will still require some further sleep, so I must find my way back to bed by 3 - 3:30 a.m. and set my cellphone alarm for 5:30 a.m., since I will desire and require a cup of hot black unsweetened instant coffee before embarking on that venture.
Note that all of this is being undertaken without any actual calories. I have just now finished a cup of that same coffee preparation. I am into the grip of my regime of intermittent fasting, and normally I would not take in any calories until after the midway mark of Sunday's noon hour. However, since I have had no supper, I will likely reduce my wait for calories until into the latter morning.
To be continued....
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