With only my two stepsons home last evening, I was into bed before 10:00 p.m., but sleep took a long, long time arriving.
I was still awake when I could hear my younger brother and my wife conversing downstairs ─ he home from wherever he had been drinking, and she home from her long workday at her friend's Thai restaurant.
When she eventually came into the bedroom for whatever reason, I feigned sleep ─ with my makeshift blindfold on, my wife would not know anything different.
She left the bedside lamp on when she left the bedroom, but she did shut the bedroom door.
I now cannot remember if I was still aware when she finally came to bed. All I can recall is checking the time around 1:17 a.m. with an eye toward rising to get to work on the new post I have planned for one of my six hosted websites, but I was unsure if my wife was asleep ─ if she was newly to bed, I did not want her to be wondering on why I was getting up at that point in the night.
She seemed like she might not yet be asleep, but it can be difficult to evaluate with her ─ she is as poor in her way at sleeping long and sound as am I.
I think I planned on waiting another 15 minutes before getting up, but after several minutes I decided to just do it.
It was not yet 1:30 a.m.
I had begun researching the post yesterday, but as yet I had not laid its foundation. That took me some time. And then I began working on the addition of content.
I have a minimum amount of content that I assign myself each day when I work on building my posts, but I saw no way that I would be able to supply the full assignment after the time I had already spent laying the post's foundation.
So I set myself the target of trying to complete half a day's content assignment before returning to bed ─ I could always finish the other half over the course of today.
Well, by the time I was half done, and I had performed a five-minute plank and 51 flat-footed partial squats, I decided to dig a little deeper into what remained of the assignment.
I progressed seductively well ─ sufficiently so that I stayed the course and got the whole job done.
But it was after 5:30 a.m. by the time I got back to bed ─ only to discover that my wife had usurped most of the blankets, and it was cool enough to be considered chilly.
I covered myself with what I could, and even put my tee-shirt back on. But the cool air was unpleasant enough to make me too uncomfortable to easily find sleep.
Over time I was to gradually assume more of my share of the bedding, but I am sure that it was likely 7:00 a.m. at earliest before I at last descended into some slumber.
When I checked the time perhaps around 9:20 a.m. I decided to get myself up, even though I was feeling most ill-slept.
My brother was downstairs watching T.V., but I did not wish to join him until toward 10:00 a.m., so I dallied here at my computer which I keep upstairs.
My wife usually rises around 10:00 a.m. to begin readying for her new workday (she has an 11:00 a.m. start at the restaurant), but she emerged from the bedroom ahead of 10:00 a.m.
We had some financial matters to discuss, for late yesterday afternoon I had texted her that we were going to be almost $1,025 insufficient in our chequing account by Saturday for the monthly mortgage that is usually debited on the 22nd of each month.
She had her paycheque in hand for an amount a little in excess of that figure, but she was deeply perplexed that we were in such a mess.
I soon realized that she had thought that I knew of $800 in cash that she had left on our dresser ─ the money was tucked away and mostly out of sight under other clutter atop the dresser.
She mistakenly believed that somehow even with the $800 added into the chequing account, we were still over a grand in the hole.
In other words, not only were the $800 gone, but so would be most of her paycheque ─ and she had some bills she needed to pay.
As I said, I was functioning with a strong sleep deficit, and quite confused myself ─ especially because my wife seemed convinced that I had been informed of the location of the $800.
So that had me on the defensive.
I recall handling the money as we talked, and also her paycheque ─ which I promised her I would deposit if she signed it.
At least the crux was resolved ─ we were going to have enough money in the chequing account to meet the mortgage payment debit.
With that resolved, she began readying for work, and I went downstairs intending to join my brother and putting our T9 Android 8.1 TV Box to use to fetch up some episodes of three of the series we follow.
Since I had been up, the furnace had been kicking in and out ─ that's how cool it had become. The sky outside looked like we could have rain at any point.
I went downstairs ─ and had a total change of mind about how I was going to be spending the morning.
I don't know what the blazes is going on with my brother, but he's drinking himself into obesity ─ can his metabolism now be so fouled up that he is experiencing the male equivalent of menopausal overheating? After all, he will become 66 years old next month.
He was sitting in the living room with the ceiling fan running, and both doors of the house open ─ one door is directly on the opposite side of the house from the other, so there is a direct line of sight from the one to the other, allowing an unimpeded flow of the outside air.
I was still feeling chilled from my bad experience in bed ─ I was not going to participate in my brother's insanity, spending time with him in the wretched chill while fetching up T.V. shows for us to watch deep into the noon-hour.
So I fixed up my day's first hot caffeinated beverage and returned back upstairs to my computer to drink it.
I am sure he was baffled as to why I was not engaging in our usual weekday session of late-morning T.V. viewing, for I said nothing to him. I did not dare ─ I had nothing kind to say.
Meantime, my wife left for her drive to work ─ I heard her and my brother exchanging well wishes, but I was left out of the parting. It hurt a little.
I finished my beverage, and not 10 minutes beyond 10:30 a.m. I was back into bed. I was to nap a little, and revived to check the time just barely into the noon-hour.
I got up ─ I had some backyard toolshed exercising scheduled, and I wanted to do it while my brother was probably resting up before he disappeared for the afternoon.
But he was not resting up. He was watching the U.S. / Sweden FIFA Women's World Cup soccer match to determine which of the two teams would be at the top of Group F.
He had watched the tail end of the Group E battle that saw Canada come second to the Netherlands.
The match that was currently on T.V. was approaching halftime, and it was at that break that my brother at last sought his bedroom to gain the restoration he would need for his afternoon shenanigans.
And I got my toolshed exercising ─ by this time the day was a good mix of Sun and cloud.
I did very well with the exercise session, despite afterward weighing in at approximately 188 pounds in my runners and cutoffs.
My brother was watching T.V. again when I came into the house ─ the U.S. / Sweden match. It was nearly over. And only when it was, did he take his leave to head away.
There seemed to be much more Sun than cloud by this time, so I decided to sun myself. And so at 2:11 p.m., I was slouched low in a deckchair or lawn-chair in the backyard, while garbed in just my cutoffs. Facing directly into the Sun, I put in just over 40 minutes.
During that time, I doubt that as many as 10 minutes was spent under cloud, so I picked a good time for the exposure. I had not expected to be doing any sunning today.
And now to some serious business.
What I have omitted speaking of since my late-morning nap is the fact that I have no idea what became of my wife's $800 ─ and this has been troubling me to the extreme.
What I have omitted speaking of since my late-morning nap is the fact that I have no idea what became of my wife's $800 ─ and this has been troubling me to the extreme.
I have a vague sense that while my wife and I were resolving the financial confusion this morning, I may have absentmindedly hidden the cash away. But if I did, I have no idea where ─ I have searched and searched.
Remember that I said that I was very ill-rested at that time? ─ and in a state of confusion that my wife believed that I had known of the $800 for possibly a day or two?
So I may have tucked the money away without paying much attention to what I was doing.
Or did I? Maybe my wife took the cash now that I had her paycheque to deposit?
I haven't a clue. The nap later in the morning wiped my mind nearly clear of what happened ─ and I'm reluctant to text my wife to ask.
But ultimately today I am going to have to find out.
Why can't my life just run smoothly for a change?!
If we can just get past the end of July, the financial situation for this year should be smoother. And if that does indeed happen, I am going to look into getting a nutritional supplement that I only learned about yesterday ─ an antioxidant that has the evidentiary status of being superior to resveratrol.
It is known as pterostilbene, and it is actually chemically related to resveratrol.
I only learned of resveratrol in the final few months of my working life before I retired in early April 2011. I had added it to my supplemental regimen; but once I had to learn to live on a monthly pension and not a working salary, I had to give it up.
This is the article that has brought pterostilbene to my notice:
HSIonline.com
Here are a couple of other articles about pterostilbene, if you are at all interested:
- Examine.com: Pterostilbene Supplement - Science-based Review on Benefits, Dosage, Side Effects
- MindBodyGreen.com: Pterostilbene: Why This Potent Antioxidant Might Be Better Than Resveratrol
It perplexes me that I have been unaware of pterostilbene, yet I have read numerous articles since my retirement on the likes of resveratrol, astaxanthin, and zeaxanthin ─ those latter two are even more supplements I have been unable to afford on my pension.
But prices have become more reasonable. Maybe once I am clear of the financial muddle that I presently find myself in, I may be able to afford acquiring some of these through Amazon.
I did a search at Amazon U.S. for pterostilbene that you can see at the bottom of this post ─ prices seem manageable. However, the same search at Amazon Canada yields a different story ─ and I of course would have to shop at Amazon Canada.
So maybe I won't be able to afford pterosilbene after all ─ even the potencies are generally weaker for the products that are displayed at Amazon Canada.
As I said, nothing runs smoothly in my life.
As I said, nothing runs smoothly in my life.
Before I close this post for today, I want to mention a Canadian petition that I became privy to today and signed. If you love undisturbed forestland ─ and especially if you are Canadian ─ maybe you will want to sign.
Here is the information that came to me by way of an E-mail from SumOfUs:
Taseko Mines
Taseko’s Prosperity gold and copper mine have been rejected twice by the federal government in the last ten years. And yet the mining corporation wants to destroy huge swaths of forest, pristine waters and sacred sites of the Tsilhqot'in Nation just to conduct research to try to push through the mine -- again.
Taseko’s set to start cutting trees and destroying sacred sites of the Tsilhqot’in Nation in less than two weeks if we don’t stop it.
A massive wave of pressure could convince BC’s NDP government to stop the massive exploration project that the previous Liberals approved. With your support, we can protect untouched forests and Indigenous rights.
Tell the BC government to stop Taseko’s destructive exploration project and honour Indigenous rights.
This massive project would build 76 km of roads through magestic forests, as well as over 350 testing pits that need to be dug with giant excavators. It would spell disaster for the local ecosystem and the Tsilhqot’in Nation that has been living there for countless generations. And it’s all for a mine that can never be built.
The Tsilhqot'in Nation has been courageously fighting Taseko for 20 years but the Supreme Court refused to hear their latest appeal. That’s why they need our help now, to send a message to the BC government that it can’t ignore: this disastrous project needs to be stopped.
The Tsilhqot'in have lived on their territory in Northern BC for countless generations and the site of the mine would ruin a sacred lake and desecrate their burial grounds. This project’s approval is a slap in the face to the reconciliation process.
SumOfUs has confronted mining giants before. When Imperial Metals proposed an open-pit mine in the protected Clayoquot Sound, over 33,000 SumOfUs members signed a petition to put pressure and stop the mine.
Giant mining companies like Taseko think they have the power to get away with whatever they want. But we can show Taseko that, together, we are stronger and will fight to put people and the planet over profit.
Sign today to tell the BC government to honour Indigenous rights and stop Taseko’s exploration project.
I want to try and get out early this evening before my brother returns home ─ I want to deposit my wife's paycheque. However, it's just about a two-mile round trip hike to get to the the ATM I want to go to (I do not drive).
I hate going anywhere this late into the day, and especially when it is so daylit out ─ I prefer the anonymity of the dark.
Consequently, I may just await the a.m. hours, since I will probably be getting up early into the a.m. anyway to work on that website post again ─ another day's content assignment.
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