At 9:00 p.m. last evening, I gave up on my younger brother who was not yet home from wherever he had been drinking. I would not be sitting up into the midnight hour with him watching T.V. via the T9 Android 8.1 TV Box that I am the sole operator of ─ he would have to settle for whatever programming he could find through the basic cable package we subscribe to for our T.V.
I had no sooner come upstairs here to where I keep my computer when I heard him arrive home.
As far as I was concerned, it was too late ─ besides, I felt that I had every right to expect that he would be ill company from his intoxication.
And so before it was quite 9:20 p.m., I was in bed.
My wife was working the day at her friend's Thai restaurant, so I was expecting her home at any time later that evening. This can often keep me too keyed up to get to sleep, so I applied some effort at keeping myself relaxed.
And sleep did come.
But when I eventually became curious enough to check on the time due to feeling somewhat rested, it was just into the midnight hour.
After a few minutes, I decided to get up. It was around 12:20 a.m.
I dressed, and upon exiting the bedroom, I saw that my brother was newly shut up in his own bedroom, for his bedroom light was still on. And I could hear someone washing dishes downstairs.
As suspected, it proved to be my wife. Her eldest son had long since gone to bed, so only her youngest was still up.
She looked at me with some surprise, and wondered on why I was out from bed? When I explained that I had first retired at 9:20 p.m., it then made more sense to her.
My intention was to get to work on the new day's content assignment for the new post I nearly have finished at one of my six hosted websites, so I was soon at work on the project.
My wife went to bed; and her youngest did the same a few hours later. However, my work kept me up until shortly before 5:00 a.m.
I had resisted drinking any coffee all the while that I was up, but I still had considerable trouble returning into any sleep.
I slept intermittently, and then found myself very wakeful soon after 8:00 a.m. However, I resisted rising until after 8:30 a.m. ─ possibly more like 9:00 a.m.
My brother was downstairs watching T.V., but I did not join him to put our Android TV Box into operation until near 10:00 a.m. ─ which was when my wife emerged from our bedroom to begin preparing for her new workday at the restaurant.
She has an 11:00 a.m. start there, but has a fair drive to get to the business.
Yesterday had been unexpectedly sunny and warm for the most part, and I benefitted from it with some sunning in the backyard that day early in the afternoon. But before it was yet dark last evening, it had begun raining.
There has been no rain today, but the cloud cover has prevailed.
Well after my wife left on her drive to work, I found the bottle of "Thai whisky" that she had yesterday told me she had brought back for me from Thailand, but had been unable to locate at that time.
She had returned to Canada Friday evening after being in Thailand for over a month to visit her mother, but she had not come here to see us until Sunday ─ she has a 'second home' somewhere in Vancouver.
However, her place of employment is much nearer to where we live ─ otherwise, she would not be spending the time here that she does through the workweek.
Anyway, I took these two photos of that small bottle of Hong Thong at 11:43 a.m. today:
This 350-ml bottle is called a "half bottle," and its contents are 35% alcohol and are made from molasses and rice.
Basically it is a rum, despite being commonly called a whisky over in Thailand.
That big container just beyond the bottle contains some naturally fermenting red cabbage and beetroots that I chopped up about a week or more ago ─ maybe closer to 10 days ago, for I have been having some for several days now and it is quite sour.
Concerning the rum, I still have another unopened "half bottle" that my wife gave me after her previous holiday back to her Thailand home.
It's brewed by Sura Bangyikhan Co., Ltd., and a 700-ml bottle of the stuff is called a "round."
I guess a visitor would have to be careful in Thailand to not go into a bar and call out to the bartender, "A round for everyone in the house!"
My wife may ─ and has ─ travelled in recent years, but it is one of the reasons we are in the debt that we are.
I remain behind here at home, unwilling to exacerbate the credit nightmare I see us as being in.
Since I only have my retirement income despite trying for a decade or more to derive a second income via the Web, I find myself very limited in so many ways.
Something I am unlikely to ever give a try is a concoction known as thieves oil:
HSIonline.com
Whether or not it has any efficacy against cancer, it nevertheless does have a long list or reputed benefits, as these select articles expound ─ and this first website even gives a recipe for making one's own thieves oil:
- Mercola.com: 22 Ways You Can Use Thieves Oil
- AllThingsMamma.com: 50 Ways To Use Thieves Essential Oil
Essential oils tend to come in very small quantities. Anyway, I made an Amazon search using the term "thieves oil" that you can find at the bottom of this post if you're curious to see what sort of products are available.
The final topic I want to bring attention to is this short article holding forth that testosterone therapy is a very bad idea for ageing men who just do not want to accept and live with the fact that their bodies are no longer pumping the stuff out in the quantities that their bodies used to:
DrMicozzi.com
The article also says much the same thing where estrogen for women is concerned.
I guess I just have a huge amount of trouble unquestioningly and unresistingly accepting that we're all supposed to simply allow ourselves to peter right on out as we get older.
It reminds me of some article I came across a few years ago that may have featured a medical doctor who claimed that men ought not to undertake a certain exercise after some ridiculously early age like 40!
I can't recall what exercises may have been cited, but it was likely either chin-ups, push-ups, or dips.
Sure, I can see why maybe an absolute exercise neophyte oughtn't to be suddenly immersing himself into such exercises that late into life; but anyone even half-arsed fit should not have to give them up.
Oh, gosh, my evening is already well upon me ─ I must call at halt for today. I need a bit of a rest for the sake of my eyes, for I never know just when my younger brother will be arriving home and wanting to watch some T.V.
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