Chalk me up as having watched yet one further Christmas movie. I managed it early last evening ─ 2016's Hearts of Christmas.
Elements of the movie had such vague familiarity that I suspect I may have previously watched it ─ no doubt if so, it was likely while doing much drinking.
I knew immediately who lead actress Emilie Ullerup was ─ I have followed Chesapeake Shores from its first episode. And although supporting actress Sharon Lawrence was getting on in years, I well remember how hot she was in the long-running T.V. series NYPD Blue.
However, I must confess that I could not place her in that series on physical appearance alone. Yes, she was absolutely familiar to me, but I could not identify specifically just why. It was not until I saw her name that it dawned upon me.
The movie was quite good, but it was not until the farewell party being thrown for Sharon's character near the movie's conclusion that my emotions kicked into gear.
I would watch it again with someone who expressed an interest in it, but otherwise once was enough for me on my own.
Naturally, I had a stiff shot of Scotch and a glass of red wine with the movie.
Later in the evening after my younger brother was home from his daily socializing, I was to have two cans of the strong (8% alcohol) malt that I keep myself supplied with.
Note that I had turned on all of our Christmas lights ─ inside and outside ─ last evening because I had read that yesterday was Eastern Orthodox Christmas Day. Had I realized this the day preceding, I would have also turned them on in recognition of that Christmas Eve.
Unfortunately, my brother and I did not retire to our bedrooms following the evening's television entertainment. I brought up YouTube on our Android TV Box and sought out a song from the mid-1960s that I wanted to have him recall.
And from there, I located song after song from that era until we had to force ourselves to stop, by which time it may have been around 2:30 a.m.
I did not get to bed until almost 3 a.m. And although I did not drink anything more after that second can of strong malt, this morning I felt abominable. Neither my brother nor I had any inclination to rise and start the day.
I did get up for a time well past 8 a.m., but I soon enough returned to bed and remained there for another hour. By then my brother had risen.
We never did watch any T.V. together this morning, for at 10:30 a.m. or so he turned in an NFL game to watch. As a result, I remained upstairs here at my computer.
I never did seek a nap in the afternoon. I got involved in a pre-Christmas promise to respond to the message of a chap I knew from possibly as far back as 1961, and that extensive E-mail effort probably took me at least two hours.
My brother left for the day following his football game, so he got no further bed rest either. I have no idea what shape he will be in once he shows up this evening.
As the afternoon advanced, I began to finally feel able to exercise ─ but not here in the house. Rather, I wanted the outdoor air of the backyard tool shed.
I weighed myself in my clothes, including a pair of runners, before heading out there where I was to tackle six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups. I weighed around 191 / 192 pounds, but managed repetitions of 4 - 2 - 3 - 2 - 2 - 2 in those six sets.
That matched yesterday's performance.
Believe me, I was pretty darned happy with myself, for I was concerned that today would be a write-off where activity mattered. I have since had a bath, and now I feel no impetus to head out to do a little local grocery shopping. Some apprehension is setting in, and I am now strongly reluctant to confront the public.
I want a drink. Consequently, I am plotting to see if I have time for a Christmas movie ere my brother shows up, and have the experience as an excuse for some Scotch and red wine.
Most definitely my brother and I will be watching no music videos on YouTube tonight!
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