My wife was home yesterday until around 5:30 p.m. As often happens on such days, I just was not up to creating a post here.
And although the morning was overcast, by mid-afternoon I could have sunned, but I just did not feel like the bother. Had my wife not been here, I likely would have, however.
When she finally left (not to return until probably tomorrow, for she spends a lot of her free time somewhere in Vancouver), I never blogged because I felt too depleted. I needed a nap. Unfortunately, it was too late into the day for one ─ if taken, then I would not likely be able to sleep away the latter evening, as is my custom (to fortify me to sit up for those later overnight hours when I work here at my computer).
All I could think to do to keep myself engaged was to watch some T.V. via our Android TV Box, so I opted to tune in January 24's UFC 257. The programme I located using the Kodi addon "The Crew" only included the five "Main card" bouts, and I was able to shorten the broadcast even more by fast-forwarding through a lot of the undesired blather about upcoming bouts and so forth.
Naturally, the main event was the match between Conor McGregor and Dustin Poirier. I couldn't really remember if I knew who won this match or not, but I had a slight hunch that maybe Conor did lose.
And so it was ─ the referee stopped the bout in the second round after it was clear that Conor was unable to defend himself against the onslaught of fierce punches from Dustin Poirier. I know how arrogant Conor is, but I also know how capable a fighter he is, and my respect for him had me rather hoping he would prevail. Besides, I don't think I've ever seen Dustin Poirier fight before, so I had no particular sentimental allegiance toward him.
The so-called co-main event was a match between Michael Chandler and Dan Hooker. I did have some recollection of having seen Michael Chandler before and had 'good vibes' concerning that memory; and I was impressed by his compact muscularity, whereas Dan Hooker was unknown to me. I also tend to sympathize with shorter guys over the taller ones, as a rule.
Consequently, I was siding with Michael ─ and he did indeed win, in the first round.
I love the women fighters! Those bouts are huge draws for me. And I got to see two such bouts among the five that were included in the programme.
One of those two women's fights featured Jessica Eye ─ whom I had heard of, but was unsure if I had ever seen in action before ─ versus someone named Joanne Calderwood who was unknown to me.
To me, Jessica Eye looked to be physically superior, and I thought she had great legs. Joanne Calderwood didn't look like she had too much going for her. However, she was reported to have said that Jessica Eye seemed to be something of a bully from what Joanne had seen of her in the past, and I truly do not like bully personalities.
Also, Joanne Calderwood is Scottish, and I love the accents of Scottish and Irish ladies.
Still, I sure did like those legs of Jessica Eye! It's unfortunate that they were not as utilitarian as were Joanne Calderwood's ─ Joanne was constantly kicking, and I think that's what ultimately wore down Jessica. I did not expect it, but Joanne Calderwood won via a unanimous decision after the fight ran the fullness of its allotted time.
I think I was pleased for her.
The fight between Makhmud Muradov and Andrew Sanchez held no significance for me, since I knew nothing of either fighter, although Makhmud of Tajikistan came from a part of the world that produces some exceptionally tough combatants. I respect that. He also had decidedly handsome features.
Andrew Sanchez had a good reputation from what the announcers described, but he looked quite soft in comparison to Makhmud ─ who was a heavy hitter. I found myself impressed by Makhmud straight off, but I began to feel sympathy for Andrew Sanchez who performed considerably better than I thought he would. However, he still lost, even though he made it more than halfway through the final round.
The other women's match I watched pitted Marina Rodriguez against Amanda Ribas, neither of whom I was familiar with. However ─ and rather peculiarly ─ both women were from Brazil. They went all the way to Abu Dhabi to fight one another?
Anyway, not knowing a thing about either lady, I was more attracted to Amanda Ribas (she's actually very cute in this video interview), so I aligned with her for that reason alone, I suppose. Notwithstanding, she was to lose after the referee stopped the fight in the second round when she suffered a direct head shot that rendered her too dazed to properly defend herself.
I didn't watch anything else after that fight broadcast was over; and ultimately, I was probably to bed before 9:30 p.m. The goal was to sleep for as long as I could because I wanted to make the 5.625-mile round trip hike to the nearest outlet of the Real Canadian Superstore (Google Map). In anticipation, I was already resigned to not putting in any work on the post that I have in draft at one of my two hosted websites.
After a few episodes of broken sleep, my first time check was most disappointing ─ it was not yet quite 12:30 a.m. It had seemed that it must surely be far later than that, for sleep was not easy at all.
I then tried getting to sleep on my stomach. For some reason, I seem able to have longer bouts of sleep when I fall asleep in that position.
And that turned out to be the case last night. After I fell asleep and then checked the time upon coming awake again, it was just after 2 a.m. That was going to have to suffice, I soon decided.
My eldest stepson was not yet to bed, and he in fact did not finally seek his bed until toward 5:30 a.m. when I was outside watering the plants in the front yard.
I suppose that it was around 6:12 a.m. by the time I began my hike (I do not drive).
As much as I love being able to get deeply coloured by the sunshine in the latter Spring and through much of the Summer, I truly do appreciate being able to make these shopping hikes when it is still dark long into the mid-a.m. hours. When the Sun is already glaring brilliantly so early in the morning as it was when I left home, the traffic is already building, and more people are out afoot than would ever be the case if it was still deeply dark.
I miss the anonymity.
Anyway, I got my shopping done, but I had quite a load gripped in each hand to bear home in the tote bags I had brought. Incidentally, this was the first visit I made to that store since B.C. lifted the wholly unnecessary and ineffectual face mask mandate as of July 1st.
I must emphasize that the load I had to tote home became exceptionally challenging. I had tingling in both hands from circulation impairment during the final mile; and during the last ½ mile, my arms had become so weak that I found myself unable to raise one with its gripped load in order to try and wipe some annoying perspiration from the side of my nose.
My younger brother had still not risen by the time I was home nigh 8:30 a.m. And after I had put everything away, I was so overcome by the rigours of that shopping experience that I felt I had little choice but to get back to bed.
I slowly submerged into sleep, and never checked the time again until something like 11:10 a.m. ─ I had overshot the chance to watch a more than two-hour video that I wanted my brother to see with me concerning the dreadful rioting situation that has been going on in South Africa of late. I have the impression that the video will concern itself with "The Great Reset" and with China's emergence as an insidious meddling and invasive global threat.
The only thing we did watch of note was Engineering an Empire: Russia.
Note that the link is to a different BitChute video source than the one I originally used for the download I had made onto a USB flash drive to use with our Android TV Box for the convenience of watching the video on our T.V., but I now do not know just what link it was that I used ─ there are a number of different locations.
It was definitely an interesting video.
I followed it with an Episode of Deadbeat ─ and specifically season three's episode three ("Bong Pong").
Its conclusion brought us to just about 1 p.m., and my brother was then set to retire to his bedroom for some rest ere heading off for the afternoon to eventually resume his daily drinking somewhere.
My body was still feeling the stress that my early shopping expedition had presented, but I decided to engage three sets of pull-ups out in the backyard toolshed; and then at 2:41 p.m. began a little over an hour of sunning while attired in my swimming trunks.
Incidentally, on Thursday after similarly sunning, I weighed around 178 pounds while stripped right down for the bath I was then to have.
After today's sunning, I finally had my first meal of the day. It was sufficiently overburdening that I had to resort to my bed once more and slip off into another nap while facilitating the meal's assimilation.
But at present it is already after 7:30 p.m., and I want to watch a little T.V. while enjoying a can of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) before I have a light supper.
And with that declared, I here tender my adieu for today.
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