The plan to get away early this morning on the 5.625-mile round trip hike to the nearest Real Canadian Superstore outlet (Google Map) was carried through, even though I never retired last night until likely into the latter half of the midnight hour.
I had my cellphone alarm set for 5 a.m., and rose dutifully when it sounded; yet as is too typical, I failed to leave here ahead of 6 a.m. This overshot may have only been around five minutes ─ definitely less than 10 minutes.
Now certainly, I was at the store within 10 minutes past its 7 a.m. opening, but by leaving home as late as I did, I had denied myself the opportunity to stop at an elementary school playground to engage some pull-ups on some gymnastic-style rings there.
It had rained overnight, but it must have been just petering out when I left home ─ I was not even remotely dampened.
There were no special deals that led me to make this hike. I opted to do it simply because my far nearer shopping option also held no luring deals, and I deemed the long walk to be of benefit as I work my way to the midway point of my next birthday (I am presently 72).
I probably did have a somewhat heavier load to tote home than I could easily brush off, but I suppose that, too, was to my benefit from the exercise standpoint.
I was back into my bed shortly before 9 a.m., and remained there until possibly around 10:30 a.m. My younger brother ─ who had since risen for the morning ─ had not yet finished whatever reading he was doing at the dining table, so the T.V. was yet to be turned on.
He soon enough remedied that; but since there was nothing of interest to him on the channel he meant to watch, he turned the T.V. over to me and our Android TV Box (which he cannot fathom to operate).
I've been curious about the 2016 Oliver Stone documentary Ukraine on Fire, so I led things off with that ─ since it was over 1½ hours in duration, it took us to nigh 12:30 p.m.
I actually thought that my brother lost some interest in the feature; however, at its conclusion he felt motivated enough to state that it ought to be mandatory viewing for everybody.
Since I knew our viewing time was running out, my next selection was 22 minutes long ─ an episode of The Jimmy Dore Show from nearly three weeks ago on much the same topic: Ukraine Officially Adopts Nazi Slogan For Military.
I managed to squeeze in one further short (five minutes) video by Rebel News: What the Toronto Star got very, very wrong about the Freedom Convoy: Rupa Subramanya w/ Ezra Levant.
Around 1:15 p.m. at latest, my brother retired to his bedroom to rest up. I was not much longer in seeking a nap in my own bed, for I was still in short supply on sleep ─ I almost always am, alas.
When I later rose, my brother was already gone for the afternoon to indulge in his daily 'socializing'.
I believe that the day has remained overcast, but I am unsure if we have had any rain at all ─ perhaps not.
My eldest stepson (aged 27?) left late in the morning when someone came to collect him for a moving job he had evidently volunteered for. His younger brother (aged 24?) has basically remained home, nipping out at least once briefly. He's still coughing a fair amount (he was recently diagnosed with "COVID").
I've just discovered that I am going to be involved in a lengthy replay to a Facebook message I received today from a chap I know ─ but have never met ─ who lives in Australia with his Thai wife and their kids.
Since my evening is already upon me, I might as well bring this post to a close and apply myself to that message response. I have the guy's E-mail address, so I'm going to reply back in that fashion ─ it's too much of a nuisance trying to make a coherent lengthy response with Facebook.
And so I close with this Facebook post made by my own Thai wife.
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