Hi, there, Dear Reader. It’s early afternoon here in lovely Lithia, Florida on Monday, December 27, 2021. It is a mild winter day. Currently, the temperature is 77˚F (25˚C) under partly sunny skies. With humidity at 61% and the wind blowing from the east-southeast at 2 MPH (3 KM/H), the feels-like temperature is 75˚F (24˚C). Today’s forecast calls for sunny skies and a high of 80˚F (27˚C). Tonight, skies will be partly cloudy, and the low will be 57˚F (14˚C).
I was going to write a review of the one Star Wars The Black Series six-inch scale action figure (General Lando Calrissian) that I received as a gift for Christmas 2021. I downloaded the necessary promotional photos I need from the Hasbro website, and I started thinking about Star Wars Episode VI: Return of the Jedi (because that’s the film that the character’s outfit and accessories are from) to get inspired.
Alas, Dear Reader, you’re going to have to wait a while before I review anything, much less a Star Wars action figure. It takes me an average of three hours to write about a Hasbro action figure from the Star Wars The Black Series collection, and I honestly do not have the wherewithal to do it today.
Part of my reluctance to tackle a review today stems from sheer exhaustion. I – once again – didn’t get much sleep last night. I went to bed sometime after 1:15 AM and woke up five hours and 15 minutes later. I’ve had my cup of café con leche and three Hawaiian rolls, and as soon as I post this on WordPress I’ll go see what I can scrounge for lunch. But lack of sleep has a detrimental effect on my stamina; my energy levels are worse than those of my smartphone – and at least you can recharge a smartphone by using a charger.
I think a major contributor to my lack of enthusiasm about anything involving writing is the lack of stimuli I experience here in post-breakup, pandemic era Lithia. When The Caregiver was The Girlfriend, we went out to eat at restaurants or, less frequently, to see a movie in a real theater rather than – as I will have to do with Steven Spielberg’s West Side Story – wait till a film is released on home media.
I miss going out and seeing the world beyond the confines of my planned community here in eastern Hillsborough County. I’ve never been – and most of my long-time friends and acquaintances will tell you this – the type of person who can’t stay at home but needs to be constantly going out. My older half-sister Vicky is like that; when she worked as a nurse and had to work three nights a week at a hospital, she loved to leave her apartment after breakfast and would be out and about till late in the evening. She once told my mom and me that she couldn’t stand to be at home on her days off, and that she could never be like her “homebody” mother and half-brother.
I am content to be a homebody, and I guess it matches my predilection for solitude and time to be creative. By the same token, in my Miami life I often went out to visit friends (mostly in my own gated community) and ran errands. And when I was younger, I’d go out with my “posse” of friends I knew from as far back as elementary school to see a movie or eat at a restaurant (and often, both!).
Here? Nope. And because of the double-whammy of the breakup with The Caregiver and the pandemic, my social life is now limited to virtual friendships online.
Ugh. I didn’t sign up to be cloistered, monk-like, in someone else’s house when I accepted the lifesaver tossed at me by the person I thought was going to be my partner in life at some point in the future.
So, no. No review today, Dear Reader. Maybe tomorrow, though.
 As I write this, West Side Story is still in Tampa Bay theaters, including at the two multiplexes that are close to Fish Hawk. However, The Caregiver is non-committal on whether she wants to see it, and her new beau is too sick and impatient to sit through a 2 hr. and 36 min. feature film. So if he doesn’t go, The Caregiver won’t, either.
I could, of course, ask her to drop me off at one of the two theaters, but I hate going to the movies by myself. And since my posse of moviegoing friends broke up in the early 2000s due to moves or deaths, going solo is the only option I have – and I don’t want to. So…I guess I’ll have to wait till March (my birthday month) or April and West Side Story’s release on 4K UHD Blu-ray. (And even though I am vaccinated, many people in my extremely Republican district here are stubbornly not. So I am still leery about going to a confined space where anti-vaxxers/anti-maskers will be in close proximity to me.)
 Now that Vicky is 71 and has undergone two hip replacement operations, I often wonder if her lifestyle is different in 2021 than it was in 2015, which is the last year in which we saw each other regularly.