My younger brother was able to hold it together last evening after he was home from wherever he had been drinking, so it resulted in a fairly late one for me ─ I wasn't into bed until well into the midnight hour.
And there was nothing unusual about my night ─ i.e., I rose in the wee a.m. just to turn on and log into my computer to have it all set up for later use.
It may have been ahead of 4:00 a.m. when I did so; and because I was unable to approach sleep after getting back to bed, I got back up in something under a half-hour.
As ever, I had the day's content assignment to get to work on for the post I have in production at one of my six hosted websites.
Incidentally, my youngest stepson was still up on this Good Friday.
He did eventually go to bed, but my own bedtime was not resumed until around 8:00 a.m. And I had more difficulty falling asleep than I expected.
As a result, it was around 10:40 a.m. when next I made a check of the time and got myself up. My younger brother had the T.V. news channel playing that we receive via our basic cable package, but he was also involved in doing his laundry.
I had in mind a movie for our entertainment, and so I gambled upon Love & Friendship, using our T9 android 8.1 TV Box to ferret out a source.
I sat through it; and my brother was uncomplaining, although he freely vacated the living room a number of times ─ undoubtedly not caring what he would be missing.
That Wikipedia write-up indicates that the movie actually made the theatres ─ I cannot imagine the general public paying to watch such a feature.
I found the plot to inexplicably take great leaps in both time, location, and development. In other words, the continuity was constantly being fractured by advances of the plot's elements that the viewer just had to accept as having naturally matured.
I don't care for this device.
It also seemed implausible to me that such prudish romantic developments could actually exist in that era among the ultra-wealthy ─ there was not even so much as hand-holding; yet not only were romances supposedly being inspired in that sterile correctness, but all the while there were the rumblings of promiscuity that we never saw the slightest trace of, yet which were apparently taking place.
It just didn't work for me.
I cannot imagine, either, that the general movie-seeking public would be able to follow the fast-paced and extremely formal dialogue with its uncommon terminology and phrasing that were being used to be evocative of England's Eighteenth Century proper wealthy society ─ the sort of lineage to which people were born, and did not aspire to as the result of their own merit through canny commercial undertakings that might bring riches.
These were the 'old rich' with very noble ties.
Even with lengthy closing credits, the movie was barely 1½ hours in duration. The plot elements and their scope required a veritable T.V. series of episodes to properly flesh everything out ─ not this wicked condensation that I feel failed.
Oh well, at least it is now behind my brother and I. I have a movie more to his liking for the next time I feel like calling one forth.
It seemed to rain lightly overnight, but stopped around daybreak. The morning remained overcast, but by midday there were lots of sunny breaks.
In fact, by into the mid-afternoon I probably could have sat outside in the backyard and exposed my face to the Sun, but I was too inadequately slept.
When my younger brother sought his bedrest in the noon-hour to fortify himself for his afternoon departure to eventually end up drinking somewhere, I had some unspectacular exercise out in the backyard tool-shed, and then I came into the house and fixed myself my day's first meal.
My brother had again emerged from his bedroom before I had yet sought further sleep by way of a good nap, and so it was possibly 3:00 p.m. or later before I was back in my bed.
I wasn't there 1½ hours, I don't think, nor did I sleep throughout; but it was restorative to a degree.
Had I not this blog post to begin work on, I could well have still sat outside.
Alas, my evening is already upon me now, so I am going to make today's post brief.
This past week, I received my income tax refund on Monday, and my wife's showed up yesterday ─ these were direct deposits into our chequing account.
I have long wanted to acquire some nasya oil to see if I can be rid of nasal / sinus issues that have been my ongoing lot for several years now; so if I do not take the plunge and place an order with Amazon, the money will have gone toward other payments and I will once again be unable to afford to make an order placement.
Most unfortunately, Amazon Canada does not carry any of the products I have researched ─ and in fact, they only seem to cough up just a solitary product when I make a search using the term "nasya oil."
The Amazon U.S. products are far less expensive, too...but they won't be when my Canadian currency has to be converted to the equivalent U.S. value. As well, I can't see how any free shipping would apply.
So I am going to have to wrestle with this decision on what I should do ─ I won't be placing an order this evening.
I am concluding this post with a set of eight photos, plus an animation that Google Photos made from them.
The photos were taken on February 15, 2018 ─ probably in the city of Udon Thani where a marriage celebration was taking place.
It was a niece of my wife who had gotten married that day. However, I have no idea who the little boy is that is featured in this set of photos.
I just like the animation.
 
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