My evening is already upon me, so this post will be short.
I was probably to bed last evening no later than 10:30 p.m., for my younger brother had come home 'stinking drunk' and passed out within 10 minutes of the first show I started to play for us via our Android TV Box ─ it was the first episode of season three of Marcella.
I had turned off the Android TV Box and switched the T.V. over to basic cable, and then left my besotted brother to his oblivion.
Unfortunately, I had opened a can of strong (8% beer) to enjoy with the show, so I had to finish the beer upstairs here at my computer.
At least I was able to set my cellphone alarm for 4 a.m. and reasonably expect to be able to rise for the later 5.625-mile round trip hike to the nearest Real Canadian Superstore outlet (Google Map) that opens at 7 a.m.
When that alarm sounded, I rose to find that my eldest stepson was ensconced here upstairs in the bathroom; and he never finally went to bed until at least 5:30 a.m.
I fully intended to leave home well ahead of 6 a.m., for I had certainly given myself lots of leeway where readying myself for the journey was concerned. Yet I somehow managed to waste time. Nevertheless, I did still believe that I was likely leaving on my journey just ahead of 6 a.m.; but when I checked the time outside the locked front door just before setting off, I was appalled to discover that it was 6:14 a.m.
I would not be taking time for any pull-ups at an elementary school playground, nor even to visit a credit union ATM to withdraw $20 just to have the cash on hand in my wallet.
It was lightly raining when I left, but the rain was primarily done by the time I was halfway to my destination. Incidentally, maybe two blocks from home, I was to see what I initially thought was a raccoon cross the road a short distance ahead of me, but it was smaller than an adult raccoon and lacked the characteristic hump or arch to its back.
It may have been a bushy and drab-coloured skunk, although I could not detect any white markings.
Face mask mandates had been primarily lifted this past week here in the province, so I decided to venture into the store bare-faced and see if I got challenged. I was to find that there were other shoppers doing the same, as well as an occasional staff member ─ even my cashier was mask-free.
I went light where the shopping was concerned, for I knew that the walk back home is punishing enough without an oppressive load. I was a little annoyed that one of the sale items ─ the tall 475-gramme tin of Nescafé Rich instant coffee ─ was not stocked on the shelf despite the early hour.
I have become so unfit ─ or just bloody old and broken down at age 72 ─ for the activity of walking that by the time I was home again, my arthritic knees felt as if they were destroyed. This state held over the course of the later morning and on into the afternoon.
Unrelated to walking, my main thumb joints have become so severely arthritically sore that I am wondering if I am going to have to give up typing on a keyboard ─ I never thought that I would degenerate to this degree.
Some of these wretched woes helped bring me to a low enough point that I squandered my afternoon in the usual dissolute fashion. Had I not become embroiled in such a descent, I would have undertaken some exercising, but that is no longer possible.
My brother ─ who left in the early afternoon for his daily 'socializing' ─ could conceivably be home within the hour if he does not overdo the drinking (as was the case yesterday). I want to have a light supper and watch some T.V. before he shows up.
I am feeling some degree of despondence over how unfit I have become, as well as how painful it is to use this keyboard, so I think that I am going to take my leave right here, hoping for a better and more productive day tomorrow.
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