I did not fare at all well overnight. In retrospect, I suspect that the fault lay with the two cans of strong (8% alcohol) beer that I consumed just before having some supper, and then having a lengthy hot bath that surely accelerated the dehydration process, for I immediately went to bed after the bath.
I was to bed ahead of 10 p.m.; and after some unsettled sleep, I rose early into the midnight hour to get to work on a few tasks here at my computer, for my younger brother had newly retired to his bedroom for the night.
Initially I felt some vague ache associated with my left eye, but at some point the discomfort eased without me taking any note. Only now as I write about it do I realize that at that "some point" the condition resolved itself.
One thing I forgot to do overnight was water the plants in the front yard. Had I done that chore, then perhaps I would now be unable to claim to have returned to my bed before it was yet 5 a.m.
Alas, my ensuing sleep was to be terminated at 8 a.m. by the ringing of my cellphone ─ no doubt, it was CIBC hounding me yet again with an automated call. The blighters have been making such calls since at least last Thursday.
I remained in bed for some while attempting to recapture some further sleep, but it would seem that the disturbance had proved too excessive, so I submitted in defeat and rose for the morning, coming here to my computer. My brother was downstairs watching T.V., but I did not seek to join him until 10 a.m. at which time I put our Android TV Box into action and finally managed to get through previously recorded videos that I had downloaded into a USB thumb drive.
Perhaps a couple of days back when we were also watching shows on that drive, one of them was an episode of Inside No. 9 titled Diddle Diddle Dumpling.
I am aware that the series has something of a revolving main cast, and that any of them may appear in the short story that is featured with each episode ─ that is, each episode is an entirely new tale unrelated to the characters in any previous episode.
Thus, I recognized that the central character was being played by one of those regular cast members; and when that character's wife began getting presented, I initially just assumed that her familiarity was attributable to her being one of those occasional regulars.
And then suddenly I realized why she really seemed so familiar ─ she was the 'matriarch' Louisa Durrell in the wonderful T.V. series my brother and I had watched some time ago called The Durrells. I was so stricken that I actually had to burst out my recognition of her.
The actress's name is Keeley Hawes, but that bit of trivia had become lost to me. I will hence try to retain some familiarity with her name as well as her countenance.
A show of note that my brother and I watched after I had exhausted the videos on that flash drive was what we thought was the series finale of Peaky Blinders.
Only now in researching the series for this post have I discovered that there is one further season in the works, and we had only seen the season five finale. This is a great relief for me, and ought to be for my brother as well, for it seemed such a monumental waste to have ended the series with main character Tommy Shelby suiciding in some misty field whilst beset with insurmountable emotional extreme over the unfathomable events that had just concluded earlier.
The actor portraying Thomas Shelby has done a fabulous job, yet I have never bothered to try and familiarize myself with his name ─ I see that it is Cillian Murphy.
Anyway, it is going to be a treat to be presented with clarification concerning the most confusing events in that episode, and not be left with yet another ludicrous conclusion to a television series that we have followed since its inception.
The episode was somewhat extended, so it took us to perhaps 1:15 p.m., and my brother then returned to his bedroom to rest up before taking his leave for the afternoon.
While he was resting, my eldest stepson left for work ─ he apparently still has an afternoon shift that commences at 2:30 p.m. Before he left, he let me know that on behalf of his brother and himself, he had transferred over $500 to my chequing account to put towards the upcoming monthly mortgage.
Coincidentally, I see that I now have my income tax refund in the account as of today. For the first time in my life I had NETFILEd early this month because I was desperate to receive the refund. In order to do this, I had downloaded the GenuTax software, one of the CRA approved or endorsed means of filing that is actually free to use (see File your taxes online: Certified tax software).
After my brother also left, I was finally free to do some sunning in privacy. However, I was not going to be able to sun my back because ─ yet again ─ since I was home alone, I was going to have to be seated in a lawn- or deck-chair on the backyard lawn that afforded me a view directly through the house and out the open front door.
We were still awaiting the DHL delivery of a rather large and heavy (approximately 25-kgs) package my wife has been expecting from Thailand. DHL had estimated that it would arrive here on the 15th, but it had yet to come.
Well, it never showed up while I was sunning my front for over 40 minutes beginning at 3:01 p.m.
However, around 4 p.m. after I was back in the house and dressed once more, darned if the delivery did not finally take place. I then immediately texted my wife the good news. The shipment contains various health-related products from The iCon Group that my wife has been acting as an agent for, and one of her customers has been anxiously awaiting her order since last week.
I am relieved because now I will be able to resume some sunning of my back by lying on a narrow pad on the lawn and facing away from the house, and not have to limit myself to sitting in that chair and facing directly toward the house to afford me a view directly through it so that I can keep watch for anyone approaching the open door.
Also, I will not have to leave that front door open anymore when I am sunning ─ I can lock it if I am home alone and sunning.
But I have rambled on long enough for today ─ it is already well past 7:30 p.m. All else I will say is that prior to sunning, I scaled in at 180 pounds while dressed down to my undershorts.
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