💀💀💀 A Waste of a Day

Despite my younger brother spending last evening and night away from home with his girlfriend Bev, I believe that it was something like 10:38 p.m. before I put myself to bed.

Usually I just restart my computer before retiring at night, but I shut it down last evening. Thus, when I rose shortly before 3:00 a.m. to turn it back on, I had to give it some time to warm up after I had logged on.

I returned to bed, intending to wait around 15 minutes. Well, an hour elapsed by the time I next looked at the time.

That late start on the day's content assignment for the new post I am near to finishing at one of my six hosted websites ─ along with content complications that required far more work than I normally have to deal with ─ kept me from returning to bed until after 9:00 a.m.

My eldest stepson had risen and quickly taken off in his car midway through my work. I then took a break and performed a five-minute plank for the third consecutive day (I probably exceeded those minutes by at least 10 seconds), finishing the break with 51 flat-footed partial squats.

When my stepson returned shortly after 7:00 a.m., I was taken by surprise when he came upstairs and approached me to share a hug and wish me, "Happy Father's Day!"

No one has hugged me since New Year's Eve, so I do not have much physical human contact in my life. The hug was therefore nice...but I wouldn't have minded some booze!

He had gone out because he had picked up and taken his girlfriend to work. 

Anyway, after getting back to bed after mid-morning, I was only to be there for a little over an hour. I was too uncomfortably beset with the burning need to micturate. And so I dressed and took care of that need, then came downstairs to fix up my day's first hot caffeinated beverage.

My brother was shut up in his bedroom when I exited from my own ─ Bev is a smoker with a very bad cough, so a peaceful night's sleep with her is rare. He has to make up the deficit here at home.

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How can an afternoon turn a day into something so seedy?

The preceding section of this blog post was composed during the midday. I broke off to have some backyard toolshed exercises; and then at 1:02 p.m. I commenced just over a half hour sunning my front while slouched low in a deckchair or lawn-chair, and wearing  just a pair of gym-style shorts.

My brother was gone for the afternoon when I returned into the house.

I fixed up my day's first meal...and then surrendered to dissolution.

I intended to put in another half hour of sunning to expose my back, but I was not of a sound enough mind to finally get outside until maybe 5:20 p.m.

Well, that was ridiculously late. I realized it in short order, and in defeat returned into the house.

I should have had an afternoon nap rather than court folly. And now my brother could be arriving home at any moment; and my wife will probably be coming home in the evening. The odds are that I will be sitting up late.

My heart is gone for the effort of any further blogging. I am going to call a halt right here, and see if I can drift off into a late nap and possibly escape awareness of my many woes.

By the way, I now do recall being hugged more recently than New Year's Eve. I believe that my wife hugged me when she left home for the last time before undertaking her flight back to Thailand to have a good visit with her mother early in the Spring.