Whenever I watch an episode of The Last Kingdom, it often seems required that I have two cans of the strong (8% alcohol) beer that I seek to keep myself stocked with. And so it was early last evening.
Later, upon witnessing my younger brother's arrival home from wherever he had been drinking, I betook myself upstairs and was quickly to bed to nap away the latter evening as best I could.
Once around 11 p.m. I had to rise to release some of that beer from the ol' bladder, but I managed it without my brother noticing that I had emerged from my bedroom ─ he was in the kitchen cracking open another beer.
When next I checked the time, it was into the midnight hour ─ time for me to rise to get a few things done here at my computer overnight. And in short order, my wife arrived home following her day working at her friend's Thai restaurant.
One or both of her sons were still up.
I of course outlasted everyone, and never returned to bed until after 5:30 a.m. as the night was slowly yielding to the approach of dawn this morning.
It might be expected that I would sleep well thereafter, but I actually fared poorly. By 8 a.m. I was too awake to sleep further, although I did try for some while yet before tossing in the towel and rising for the morning. My brother was already up and watching T.V.
I joined him around 10:30 a.m. to watch some videos that I had previously downloaded onto a USB flash drive, but I first had him watch a very short (less than five minutes) video by Odessa Orlewicz who was clearly unable to keep herself in restraint as she watched and recorded a segment from Ontario provincial premier Doug Ford and his equally demonic health officer Barbara Yaffe as they made a public proclamation of their intention to essentially shut down the entire province: Toronto Residents Not Allowed Out Of Their Houses Anymore!!!!! Doug Ford announcement WTF!!!!
I have since read that Doug Ford had to retract his dictatorial demands because of the furor that ensued over what was attempted. The prick is lucky he's still alive!
Nothing like that had ever get pulled here in B.C. by our premier John Horgan and his 'partner in heinous crime' health officer Bonnie Henry ─ there will be hell to pay!
Enough of this damned COVID-19 nonsense! I'm sick of it!
I must depart this topic tout de suite ere I say aught else.
My brother and I only watched T.V. until noon, and then we collaborated on some backyard lawn work for an hour or so. He then sought some bed rest before leaving us for the afternoon ─ maybe even the day if he remains with his girlfriend Bev and spends the night at her home like he did a week agone.
My wife rose towards noon. However, she was not to remain home into the evening, for she had her eldest son drive her somewhere around 4 p.m., and I do not expect her to be returning today. He came back home alone.
Around 5:30 p.m., he left aboard his Harley-Davidson ─ this may be his first ride thus far this year.
The day has been awesomely gorgeous. After my brother left us early this afternoon, I had a wee bit of exercise and then began sunning out in the backyard while attired in a pair of cargo shorts.
This was in fact my fifth consecutive day of sunning, but the first day in which I finally exposed the back of me for some colouring. Lying upon a pad on the lawn, I sunned the back of me for just over 40 minutes beginning at 2:03 p.m. Then I moved into a lawn- or deckchair and sunned my front for well over an additional 20 minutes.
I declare that if I did not have an early morning grocery shopping expedition planned for tomorrow that would see my getting in a round trip hike of 5.625 miles, I might have yet today gone and undertaken the four-mile round trip hike to the nearest government liquor store to stock up on a further two dozen cans of beer.
It is not that I am lazy about adding the additional walk later today. Rather, I strained the lateral or outer region of my left foot adjacent to the arch. That was two weekends ago, and it still shows signs of being a potential problem ─ even the morning walk tomorrow may cause it aggravation, particularly when I am bearing home groceries.
Abusing the present damage even more by tackling a trip to the liquor store and back later today would quite likely cancel out my ability to deal with that upcoming morning trip.
But I have at least a couple of dozen cans of beer on hand, so there is no emergency of any sort at the present.
I intend now to have a beer and catch an episode of Parenthood before I have myself some supper, so I am going to bring this post to a close. However, I wish to mention reading this morning of the cancer death yesterday of British actress Helen McCrory whom my brother and I came to be very familiar with as a result of her role as "Polly" on the T.V. series Peaky Blinders that we have been faithfully watching for some time.
When next we do watch the series, it will be to see the fifth season finale.
Poor Helen was just 52 years old.
Finally, the large package delivery by DHL that my wife has been awaiting since its estimated April 15 arrival has still not shown up.
How can they be so 'off' in making this kind of delivery estimate?
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