As I recall, last evening I was into bed before it was quite 9:20 p.m., thanks to my younger brother passing out early into the very first show I had tuned in for us to watch via our T9 Android 8.1 TV Box after he was home from wherever he had been drinking.
I felt rather peaceful at getting to bed ─ too often, I fret over one thing or another, including some apprehension about my wife arriving home from her long day working at her friend's Thai restaurant.
If she arrives home before I am asleep, then I will only become too disturbed to sleep thereafter.
When I later found myself awake enough to care to check the time, it was at least 12:30 a.m. ─ I had managed some sleep, and been in bed a little over three hours.
I felt rather restored, so I rose in order to tackle the day's content assignment for the post I have under construction at one of my six hosted websites. However, as often happens, tending to accumulated E-mails took nearly an hour and delayed my start.
Roughly halfway through the website work, I broke to perform what has become (as of June 24) my daily 5½-minute plank ─ I had increased my daily plank to that duration after first doing a daily five minute plank since June 14.
Of course, I had somewhat progressed to the five minutes before that ─ I did not just choose five minutes from scratch.
Anyway, while suffering through the plank this morning, I refrained from periodic checks of the timer on my cellphone. Instead, I waited until I had done a slow-count to 300 ─ if I had done the count closely enough, at least five minutes should have elapsed.
Thus, at the count of 300, I looked at my cellphone, and the screen was dark. It only goes dark following a dimming warning after a period of five minutes.
Maintaining my agonizing plank position, I revived the cellphone's screen and then tapped in my password.
By then, the time was into the five minute and 50-some-odd-second range!
Well, I wasn't about to break my plank with the six-minute mark so near, so I held strong and allowed a few seconds beyond that to pile on before finally quitting.
Despite the achievement, I am not going to prematurely make six minutes my new daily planking target ─ it was too damned hard! I will adhere to the 5½-minute limit for some while yet in the hope that it becomes somewhat more comfortable to endure.
Following the exercise break, I returned to work on the website post. And then at ─ was it 3:23 a.m.? ─ I heard my wife unlocking the front door.
She fixed herself something to eat downstairs in the kitchen, using the microwave to warm it; and then she came upstairs and wordlessly passed by the room I keep my computer in ─ a small room immediately adjacent to our bedroom.
She quickly used the bathroom, then shut the bedroom door and seemed to be eating in there.
Soon, she was quiet. Not once had she deigned to say aught to me.
I finished my website work ahead of 4:30 a.m. and returned to bed ─ I had been up for almost four hours. For a change, I found that my wife had not assumed possession of most of the bedding, so I had plenty for myself and was thus quickly comfortable in bed.
Sleep came and went in successions, but I was always comfortable until I finally decided to check the time ─ it was around 9:00 a.m., so I carefully rose and gathered up my clothes and exited the bedroom.
My brother was downstairs watching T.V., but I came here to my computer. I won't go downstairs until nearer 10:00 a.m. in order to put our Android TV Box into operation for the remainder of the morning (he doesn't know how to operate it). I will also rouse my party-girl wife at 10:00 a.m. if she hasn't yet gotten up, for she has to ready for a new workday and her 11:00 a.m. start at the restaruant ─ she has a fair drive to get there.
Right now it is 9:34 a.m. as I take a break from my day's account.
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It is now 3:39 p.m., and I'm 'running on empty.' I've just had a nap, and am about to enjoy my day's second hot caffeinated beverage, so maybe that'll pluck me out of this pit, for I still have to somehow deal with the day's scheduled backyard toolshed exercises.
I did rouse my wife at 10:00 a.m., but maybe she would have managed on her own. At least she got away to work on time.
My brother and I watched some of our shows until it was nearly 1:00 p.m. before he sought his bedrest ere taking off for the afternoon to eventually get back into his drinking somewhere.
The day has been mainly overcast, and I noticed signs of some rain early this morning.
As for the presently ongoing FIFA Women's World Cup matches, I only watched a little of the French / U.S. Quarter-finals contest that was played today.
The French team were definitely tough, but they just couldn't catch up once the U.S. got that first goal. The game ended 2 - 1 in regular time.
I admit that my sympathies were with the 2019 FIFA Women's World Cup host country, France.
Hey, my afternoon is wasting away, and I truly must have that toolshed workout ─ so I am going to bring this blog post to a close and hope for the best.
I would also like to try and get out to do some local grocery shopping, but I doubt that I'll manage that small hike today.
I am going to finish with a few more photos that were taken in June of last year when my wife travelled over to Italy to visit a sister of hers who has made that country her second home.
I cannot say exactly when the photos were taken, for my wife's digital camera's date setting hadn't been adjusted for the trip; and it may not even have been changed when our time went ahead an hour in the Spring here in the Pacific Time Zone where we live.
Thus, the images' metatdata claims the photos that follow were taken on June 7, 2018, but that can only be a very good approximation.
I suspect that these were all shot in Rome; and that is my wife in the first two photos posing with a wooden Pinocchio that was on display outside what I am supposing was a toy store.
The boy in the third photo is my wife's nephew.
And that's it for today!
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