Commenter Starbuck recently requested: “I’d like more slice-of-life content: what you do at home, daily pictures of your breakfast, the contents of your grocery basket, and so on.” Ask and ye shall receive, as boring as it may be. Here’s the play-by-play for yesterday:

My Tuesday began after a 5:24 a.m. wake-up.

I made myself a cup of black coffee and plopped down at my desk to see what was happening in the world via the magic of the internet.

In the comments on my blog, Dr. Greg shared this AI creation. I thought it was funny and I’m secure enough in my masculinity and orientation to have not been bothered by it.

So, I visited on the usual places: Althouse, Hairy Chasms, Hot Air, Instapundit, PowerLine, and ROK Drop. Also checked the email and some of the PI-centric forums I’m a member of.

An hour or so later, I moved into the kitchen to perform one of my Tuesday morning rituals, baking breakfast muffins.

Then at 7:30, it was time for a shower and a shave.

A couple more morning rituals to tackle:

Tuesday is grocery shopping day.

This is where we stock up on the cookies, candies, and lollipops we hand out to the kiddies and bargirls during our walks and barhops.

I made a video of the drive back to Barretto, but somehow the orientation was sideways. I tried like a dickens to find a way to turn it around, but this is the best I could do. I am open to suggestions on what the fix is in this situation.

Oh, well. I got dropped off at Dr. Jo’s for my weekly GLP1 injection. I arrived at 9:45 and she wasn’t there yet, so I went into Angel’s Bakery downstairs and had a cup of coffee while I waited.

My turn came, I got stuck in the belly with the needle, stepped on the scale, and showed no weight loss (or gain) since last week. Next week I get the larger dose of Mounjaro.

Then I walked back to house to get some steps in.

When I got home, it was around 11 a.m., so I sat down at my desk and began scrolling through the LTG archives, looking for a post worthy of inclusion in “The Story of My Life.” Man oh man, every day is just the same old scene: hikes in the mornings and bars at night. Heh, just like now. Still, every once in a while, there’s a post with something a little more interesting; it’s just a chore to find it. And then I move on to the search for the daily YouTube video to share on the blog.

At 12:30 p.m. I took my daily nap, then got up an hour later and put together yesterday’s blog post about the Hash. That took a little over an hour.

And finally, it was time to get ready for our beer o’clock activities. I loaded up my bag with candy, cookies, and lollipops, then we headed out to Barretto around 4:15.

Then we moved inside to the Outback Billabong Bar.

Anyway, it was a very enjoyable visit to the Outback Bar. We dispensed some candy and cookies to the gals, which they seemed to appreciate. Then, around 6:30, we headed to Mango’s for some dinner.

After our meal, it was Swan’s turn to pick a destination. As we left Mango’s her shoe came apart (shoes she had just bought that morning at Royal), so we popped into a sari-sari store and bought some glue.

We enjoyed our visit to Rum Jungle, but wanted one more place to go for our nightcap.

There were a couple of big spenders buying bottled lady drinks at 350 pesos each, so that took the pressure off me to participate. I’d just bought three singles at 180 pesos each at Rum Jungle. But I have no complaints about Voodoo this visit, and hopefully, they’ll continue to do well.

Grabbed a trike out front and headed for home a little after 9 p.m.

A little more internet and solitaire time, then I was off to bed.

And there you have it, Starbuck: a detailed account of how I rolled through another day in the life. It may not be much, but I enjoy my life and hope I can keep living it on my terms.

I moved on to October 2022 in the LTG archives and wrote about what was an unusually crazy day in my little town: a suicide, a stabbing, and an attempted robbery. Thankfully, nothing like that has happened since—not all on the same day, at least.

Today’s YouTube video is about a Brit killing a Yank in Panglao, Bohol. Damn, that’s two murders there in the past month. I really enjoyed my recent visit, but I guess that, wherever you go, you need to stay on guard.

Time out for this crap:

Alright, I hope this post doesn’t fall into the “TMI” category, but at least now you know what a Tuesday is like around here. Now, it is time to get ready for my first ever 9-ball tourney! I have very low expectations, but hopefully I won’t embarrass myself.

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
Fritter and waste the hours in an off-hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it’s sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you’re older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought I’d something more to say