Since my younger brother has been on this better behaviour of his that has seen him drinking far less than normal as of approximately the start of last week, I have been regularly sitting up into the midnight hour operating our T9 Android 8.1 TV Box for episodes of the T.V. shows that we follow (he doesn't know how to operate the device).
Throughout yesterday and the evening, it periodically snowed, adding to the foot or so that we already had.
Anyway, I went to bed ─ perhaps in the latter half of the midnight hour ─ expecting my wife to be showing up at any point after her long day of work at her friend's Thai restaurant.
I remember rousing once overnight ─ let's imagine it was 3:00 a.m. or so ─ believing that she had come to bed earlier without me being aware, so I resumed my search for sleep without bothering to stir.
Then around 5:30 a.m., I decided it was late enough into the morning for me to rise and get to work on the day's content assignment for the post I have in development at one of my six hosted websites.
I began to gingerly rise so as not to disturb my wife's sleep ─ and then I recognized that I was actually alone in bed. She had not come home at all.
Did she decide to stay over at a friend's home near to where she worked, rather than do the fairly long drive to get home and then return to work again today for her 11:00 a.m. start?
I can't answer that.
I am sure that one or both of her two sons were likely made privy to her whereabouts, but I was not informed.
Such has our marriage become.
Anyway, I got to work on the website post; and around 5:50 a.m. my eldest stepson rose to ready for work. And before it was yet 6:15 a.m., he had left on his drive to his Burnaby work location from our home here in Surrey.
I stuck to the day's website content assignment until it had been discharged, eagerly anticipating an actual return to bed to sleep instead of bedding down on the floor here in front of my computer as I generally do to spare a disruption of my working wife's sleep.
By then it was something after 8:15 a.m., and my brother had just finished his morning shower.
Almost unbelievably, I barely slept; and by 9:30 a.m. it was clear that I might as well give up trying for any further sleep.
My brother was downstairs watching T.V., but I dallied here at my computer before joining him toward 10:00 a.m. to put our Android TV Box into operation.
I had in mind a documentary titled Root Cause, and I found a perfectly functioning link for it in the Titanium TV 'app' that I have downloaded into our Android TV Box.
Initially my brother was disinterested, but he came to be quite absorbed.
I am not going to link to any of the articles criticizing the feature, for dentists everywhere who are practitioners of root canals have raised a 'hue and cry' over the film. There has even been a call to have sources for it ─ like Netflix and Amazon ─ to ban it entirely.
I happened to come to learn of the documentary through a Mercola.com article titled Could a Root Canal Be the Cause of Your Chronic Health Problem?
I do not see the statement now, but I was certain that when I first saw that article, it was titled something along the lines of "If Your Dentist Says You Need This, Maybe It's Time to Find a New Dentist."
It's bad enough that I think all of my molars are chock full of mercury amalgam fillings from back to my childhood, but I most definitely would never submit to a foul root canal.
I have enough health issues already.
My brother sought some bedrest into the noon hour, for he had plans to catch a bus and hook up with Greg, one of his drinking buddies who lives in Langley. Greg was to be busing out here to Surrey to meet my brother over at the Central City pub at Surrey Place (Central City) about a mile from here where we live.
I was hungry, so I delayed my own return to bed in favour of first having a breakfast. Meantime, my youngest stepson rose and probably took off for work ─ he has various shifts. But he would either have gotten a ride, or bused.
Before I knew it, my brother was back out of his bedroom ─ likely too excited to be able to dip into a nap.
Too, maybe the brilliantly sunny day contributed to his restlessness, for with all of the white snow out there, the Sun seems to be shining especially brightly.
And when he left fairly early into the afternoon, I stupidly dallied here at my computer in a pathetic display of weakness instead of seeking that nap.
It was well past 3:00 p.m. when at last I broke away, but I was too challenged for time to be able to 'rest easy,' and after about an hour I was back out of bed. I have things to do!
It's possible that my brother will be later than he has been since early last week, for he has typically been home well before 7:00 p.m. However, I do not know this, and so I must expect that my free time will be limited ─ I have two blog posts to create and publish, plus I want to have some exercise before he gets back.
I would also like to have a bath.
My brother has been piling on the girth in the past couple of years ─ to me, it is almost heartbreaking. My little brother was once a very well-built younger man.
I have some thickness I would like to be rid of, too, but nothing like what has accumulated around my brother's midsection.
A recently published study has identified that there seems to be an association between this sort of development and actual brain shrinkage ─ a further cognitive decline risk older folks most definitely do not want to court.
These four articles talk of that study:
JacksDailyDose.com
MedicalNewsToday.com
ScienceAlert.com
LiveScience.com
As if belly fat ─ especially for men ─ was not already associated with so many other pathological outcomes!
Okay, a few photos now.
Actually, this first one was automatically created today by Google Photos as a commemoration of this day (February 13) back in 2012 ─ the two images in the collage were selected from an old Google Photos album of mine:
That is my wife.
Here are the two original photos:
I don't want to say aught more ─ reflection brings pain, and I will be doing reflection enough when I create a post at my old private blog after I finish and publish this public post.
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