Last night's bedtime was into the second half of the midnight hour. And as yet, my wife had not arrived home after working the long day at her friend's Thai restaurant.
I did not benefit from an ideal night's sleep, alas. I probably even checked the time once or twice overnight until finally doing so at 5:12 a.m. and deciding to get up ─ I was still alone in bed.
Soon enough. I was busy finishing laying the foundation for a new post at one of my six hosted websites, and then I even added half a regular morning's content to the post (I have a set minimum amount of work that I expect of myself on any given morning).
During that time, my eldest stepson Tho never bothered to rise to go to work. And although I kept thinking it possible that my wife would yet show up, she never did. All I could do was hope that she was getting her sleep.
But for me, it meant that I was able to return to bed instead of bedding down on the floor here in front of my computer as I generally do in order to avoid disrupting my sleeping wife's slumber ─ she has to work for a living, whereas I am retired.
My computer is kept in a small room next to my bedroom.
It was something like 8:08 a.m. when I got back into bed, almost excited at the prospect of a very good nap. Unfortunately, no such result occurred. Initially, I thought overmuch about the sorry state of my marriage, and the hopelessness that comes of having a heedless and uncaring God as the target of my many prayers and pleas.
Once I quelled that trend of mental distraction, I finally did gain some napping, but it was nothing like I wanted and needed. I was awake well before 9:30 a.m. before deciding to get up once that time measure had been surpassed.
My younger brother was downstairs watching T.V., and so I joined him after preparing my day's first hot caffeinated beverage. I used our T9 Android 8.1 TV Box to fetch up an episode of one of the T.V. series we follow ─ my brother lacks the understanding to use the device on his own.
He was soon on his cellphone speaking with one of his drinking buddies and arranging a hook-up for the afternoon. Then before noon, he sought some bedrest.
I took that opportunity for some exercising out in the backyard tool-shed, first weighing myself fully clothed as I would be while exercising ─ something useful to know where the pull-ups portion of the exercising is concerned.
I ranged from about 190 to 191 pounds.
I had gotten out to the shed by 11:51 a.m. Yet when I returned into the house, there was my brother ─ he had forsaken his rest, apparently too excited about getting out drinking.
Anon, he left afoot to catch a bus. The likelihood is that he will end up drinking somewhere that is not local ─ of late, Langley and also Port Kells have figured into destinations. This creates too much risk to dare to be driving back home.
I mentioned my eldest stepson earlier. He sought me out mid-afternoon and brought me his 2018 tax return and his only document ─ a T4 (Statement of Remuneration Paid) from his employer. I usually fill out the personal tax returns for my wife, her two sons, and myself.
I am one of the holdouts who resists doing these things electronically.
My younger stepson spoke with me during the noon hour just before he probably left to go to work (he works various shifts). He warned that he is expecting a BMX (priced in a $600 range) that he ordered to be delivered in the next day or two that would require a signature upon delivery.
If ever I was able to live far from here where I could cycle safely, I would love to once more become an avid mountain bike cyclist. I have not cycled in at least a decade.
By the way, the day has been mostly sunny, and very brilliant with all of the snow that is still laying about.
When I was younger and always so very active, I was never interested in smoking ─ not even marijuana. I would only do so grudgingly in social situations. I was more concerned about lung capacity and optimal oxygenation for my physical activities.
Yet had my life's circumstances been different in terms of wherewithal, I rather think that I would have enjoyed being a casual cigar-smoker. That image of sitting about in an evening with one or more friends while enjoying a quality liquor and an accompanying quality stogie has always appealed.
This is an interesting article that speaks of the near epidemic of lung cancers in our modern times, and why light smoking is only a risk for a very small minority of people:
DrMicozzi.com
I will have to try and remember to let my younger brother read about the study the following two articles speak of ─ he has been diagnosed as having a cataract developing in one of his eyes.
He tried using N-Acetyl-Carnosine eye drops (such as a product called CAN-C) for possibly as much as a year without being able to claim any noticeable improvement, but maybe vitamin K2 supplements might be of benefit. They are certainly far cheaper than those eye drops.
JacksDailyDose.com
NaturalHealthNews.uk
Vitamin K2 supplements are at least better than doing nothing at all except submit to surgery; and vitamin K2 is much more bioavailable than is vitamin K1 (that is, the body is able to absorb and put to use more K2 than it can K1).
I should start supplementing with it too, but I would have to order it online. The two sources I shop at do not carry vitamin K2 entirely on its own.
Anyone supplementing with it ought to also be liberally supplementing with vitamin D3, and also taking magnesium ─ these three together are superb for bone health.
I have another article on dealing with cancer ─ a defence claimed to be provided by a plant called graviola or soursop (Annona muricata):
HSIonline.com
You can learn a little more about soursop at the following two articles, although they are nowhere near as effusive about it:
- MSKCC.org: Graviola
- CancerResearchUK.org: Graviola (soursop)
Those websites are very cautionary about soursop, and perhaps with justification. But keep in mind that both websites are entrenched in mainstream cancer treatments centring around chemotherapy and radiation therapy.
The final article I want to draw attention to concerns the remarkable hormone oxytocin:
LifeSpa.com
Intimate emotional displays and physical contact are what I miss most in my own life.
I have just discovered that Google Photos has been creating some collages with photos from albums of mine over the past few days, yet I have not seen any notifications to that effect.
Let's have a look at the older one that is supposed to be commemorating February 16 back in 2013. The photos in the album were taken during one of my wife's trips back to Thailand to see her mother, other family members, and friends:
I can only identify one of the kids ─ Daniel is sitting upon his mother Penn's knee in the first photo of the second column, but he appears to be present in the two photos of the first column as well.
Penn is one of my wife's two sisters, and thus Daniel is my wife's nephew.
These are the original photos:
The second collage was created in commemoration of February 17, 2018 on an occasion when my wife had made another return to her Thailand home:
Here are the originals:
This photo includes one of my wife's best friends from her school years, Daisha; and the woman I only know as my wife's "sister / cousin":
Those same two are in the final photo, as is my wife who is wearing the hat and sunglasses:
The final collage commemorates 2013 again, but this time the day is February 18:
My wife is driving. The young man beside her is her nephew ─ the son of my wife's brother Santi. You can see my wife's mother in the back seat.
These are the two original photos:
I still have to create a post in my private blog. Also, I would like to get out and do some local grocery shopping ere my younger brother is back for the evening.
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