My Continuing Love Affair for The Last Kingom

This is to be but the briefest of posts.

Had this not been my bath day, I believe it likely that I would have gotten away late this afternoon and made the four-mile round trip hike to the nearest government liquor store for two dozen cans of the strong (8% alcohol) beer that I supply myself with, and a box of wine ─ probably four-litres. 

I tend to bathe but once every four days, so I could hardly postpone the chore in favour of the shopping venture.

I also wish to clarify that I never did watch the episode of The Last Kingdom that I indicated at the conclusion of yesterday's post was my intention to immediately undertake. No sooner had I published that day's post, my wife showed up. 

Her presence would have diminished my ability to focus upon the episode. The series has become of paramount importance to me ─ inspiring and exciting. I need to watch the show entirely unbothered.

And of course, it has become typical for me to enjoy two cans of the strong beer that I find so wholly enhances my immersion into the series.  

Thus it was to be that I enjoyed that episode and the two cans of beer early this evening following my bath.

As it developed, the episode was the third season finale (episode 10). 

I was most gratified to see the finish of intolerably base Æthelwold, although I had hoped that Brida would be the one to destroy him.

However, it was painful to me that poor Thyra was to die at the opening of the episode, trapped in a crawlspace as a conflagration reduced her home to debris. I had grown to care deeply for this strange sister of Uhtred. 

The love that she and Father Beocca shared was so movingly lovely to me.

All else I wish to say of today is that the afternoon became very reasonably sunny; and from 3:19 p.m. (after my wife left to probably transit to work for her 4 p.m. start), I commenced just over 40 minutes of sunning in the backyard, slouched low into a deck- or lawn-chair.

It was a bit too chilly to not be fully clothed, but my feet were bared, and thus it was most pleasant.

My younger brother is now home from wherever he has been drinking, so I must halt and publish this effort.