It may have been as early as 9:45 p.m. when I retired last evening, for my younger brother failed to arrive home by the 9:30 p.m. deadline I had in place for him.
Granted, I intended to rise at 4:30 a.m. and thus could have remained up later, but a deadline must always remain just that, or else it does not meet the definition.
However, I do not easily spend 6½ hours in bed, for I am a troubled sleeper, and that was the case last night. I had trouble falling asleep; then once a first bout of sleep arrived, and after weaving in and out of that state into the early a.m., sleep became almost impossibly elusive.
When my cellphone alarm finally sounded, I was primarily conscious, but both of my ears were plugged to the degree that I could barely hear the alert.
I do not much speak of this, but for the past couple or so years ─ originally beginning with the left ear ─ my ears become stopped. It tends to occur when I lie upon a side ─ the lowermost ear will plug up, as if the pressure of lying upon the ear is compressing the ear canal, and its walls then adhere to one another.
The left ear is most prone, but it is common enough that both ears will plug eventually as time passes. Fortunately it is temporary. The right ear especially will 'pop' open once I have risen, and the left can easily be made to do so by slightly inserting the forefinger into the opening and giving it an outward flick or tug.
As I recall, the problem with the left ear originally developed as a result of a flu or bad cold that involved what was likely a migration of the infection into the Eustachian tube. And now that I think of it, that was more like three years back, if not longer. The ear plugged and remained so for several months.
I did not learn until weeks had passed that any such symptom after a flu or cold, and which lasts for more than a few days, should receive medical attention because the threat is there that it could become permanent ─ that is, partial deafness.
I had tried several proposed solutions, including some from YouTube, one of which from that latter source directed to pinch the nostrils closed and to semi-yawn while trying to blow air though the nose.
I tried that over and over and over again.
Then a day or two later I read that one should never perform this potential solution for more than a few times, for the eardrum can be quite easily ruptured. I had tried it for scores of times! And I believe that I managed to do just that to my left ear ─ probably rupture the eardrum.
Anyway, the right ear only began to develop this same plugging issue within the past year or so. It is not as profound a blockage, but it nevertheless is a common enough occurrence.
My layman diagnosis might be that excessive sticky cerumen (earwax) is why the ear canal blocks up when I lay upon that side of my head ─ the gluey material holds the soon-compressed ear canal walls together. In the case of the left ear, the closure can endure; but the right ear usually readily opens up once I am no longer lying down.
Talk about becoming diverted from topic!
Getting back to rising at 4:30 a.m., I got up because I had plans to hike to the nearest Real Canadian Superstore outlet (Google Map) here in Surrey ─ a round trip walk of 5.625 miles ─ and to do my best to arrive there as soon around its 7 a.m. opening as possible.
Ideally I should leave home at 6 a.m. at very latest if I wish to have a leisurely hike, and this morning it appeared that I might be managing to get away between 5:45 - 5:50 a.m.
But as always seems to happen, time suddenly evaporated and all leeway was gone. At very earliest, it was 6:07 a.m. by the time I had set off ─ that was the time when I checked my cellphone while still inside the house and as I approached the locked front door.
I do not know why I always disappoint myself like this, but that is the way of things.
The sky was solidly overcast, and a weather report I had seen yesterday indicated that we were in for the threat of some rain that evening and on through to tonight. However, all was perfectly dry this morning.
I got to the store at a little under 6:10 a.m., got my shopping done, and was back home barely ahead of 8:30 a.m.
I want to report a little annoyance while I was at the cashier, and which involved two men who came along behind me with their shopping cart of intended purchases. I only used a shopping basket.
I had not really looked at these guys when they came up; and since I had so few items, I just pushed mine along and then indicated to them that they should start unloading their cart rather than wait until the 'conveyer' (checkout counter belt) had moved my few items up to the cashier.
It was then that I saw that both of the guys were 'face-diapered' ... and apparently so terrified of being near to me that they were not going to budge from their chosen 'social distancing' that was keeping them safe from me.
Or that was my interpretation of the scenario. It was frankly disgusting ─ two grown men so openly petrified of this non-existent pandemic after 2½ years.
Anyway, once I was back home, I did not waste too much time before seeking a little further bed rest, for my brother was then stirring about in his bedroom. And soon after I was into bed, I heard the initial isolated patters of the beginning of the promised rain ─ I doubt that it was quite yet 9 a.m.
I only spent an hour or so in bed, and then rose for an instant coffee and some morning T.V. with my brother. When he turned the 'boob tube' over to me in order for me to put our Android TV Box into action, we were mainly only to watch one video ─ The Last American Vagabond's July 1 upload to Rumble: New "Omicron Variants" Focus On The Jabbed As The Pandemic Of Injected Coverup Continues.
The video was just over two hours (2:03:49) in duration, and I suppose that most people have sufficient brain-power to figure out from the title what the video was likely about.
We did watch three 'shorts' after that video, but I won't bother mentioning them. My brother was to seek a very short bit of bed rest before heading off for the afternoon and early evening. My youngest stepson probably had to work this afternoon, so he disappeared while I was having my own bit of further bed rest.
And that left me alone ─ his older brother is surely in Cancun by now on his 10-day escape.
I undoubtedly could ramble on concerning various matters, but my afternoon has evaporated and I want to have a bath, so I might as well call an end to the blogging for today.
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