It was fortunate that I got in something over 70 minutes of backyard sunning yesterday afternoon, for it began raining overnight and well into the morning. There were some sunny breaks during the latter afternoon today, but otherwise the day has been heavily overcast.
I was up exceptionally late last night ─ until just after 2:00 a.m. I had sat up until around 1:20 a.m. watching T.V. with my younger brother ─ two episodes each of Travelers and Ozark, and then an episode of Vera, that I called up via our T9 Android 8.1 TV Box.
I remained up the extra 40 or so minutes by becoming involved in responding to an E-mail.
As I mentioned in yesterday's post, I located an old schoolmate through Facebook from back in my secondary years in the 1960s; and after exchanging a message with him through Facebook, I gave him my E-mail address, hoping that unlike most of my peers, he would be versatile enough with computers and the Web to not only be willing and able to correspond with me, but also have some compositional skills.
It turned out that he had become heavily involved in accounting, and still had a business in tax preparation in conjunction with his wife.
So he knows how to string together proper sentences!
I don't know why it is, but so many of my peers seem to have lost much of their education insofar as whatever they were supposed to have learned in their years of formal English classes.
Anyway, after getting to bed, I had proof that consuming two cans of my strong (8% alcohol) beer in an evening beginning around 10:30 p.m. does indeed result in a hangover ─ after getting to bed, I had some struggle with the vertigo that novice drinkers experience after lying down once they have indulged excessively.
This should not be! Those two cans of beer ought to have no more impact than would three cans of regular strength (5% - 5½% alcohol) beer.
I have become a lightweight drinker somehow.
I don't recall being aware when my wife finally came to bed after getting home following her long day of work yesterday at her friend's Thai restaurant. She was not yet home when I retired.
My first clear recollection was checking the time around 6:00 a.m., and feeling considerably ill-slept and hungover. But I think that I may have become aware of my wife coming to bed around 4:00 a.m.
Whatever the case, I never felt able to confront my morning until around 7:00 a.m. And even then, I did not feel anything near what passes as normal for me.
But I had to get started on the day's content assignment at the post I am constructing at one of my six hosted websites.
I never did complete the assignment this morning. I had to suspend work until after the mid-afternoon because by 10:00 a.m. I was not yet done, but that is the hour I usually join my brother in the living room during the workweek to put our Android TV Box to use and bring up some more of the T.V. shows we follow ─ he doesn't know how to operate the device.
My wife had actually risen before him ─ she was up well before 9:30 a.m., but he soon enough followed suit.
She had to be at the restaurant for her 11:00 a.m. start, so she left here on her drive in plenty of time ─ it may not yet have been 10:15 a.m. when she left.
To be honest, I would have preferred returning to bed than joining my brother for T.V., but I conceded in his favour. And so we were to watch an episode each of The Graham Norton Show, The Expanse, Narcos, and Future Man.
The noon hour was finished before the last show ended, and so my brother sought some bedrest. He revealed that he would be SkyTraining into New Westminster to do some drinking there, so it is very likely that I will be able to get myself to bed early this evening. If he is not home by 9:00 p.m., he will have to amuse himself with our T.V.'s basic cable once he does get home.
When he sought his bedrest early this afternoon, I was not long in returning to my own bed ─ I was too incapable of doing aught else.
And when I rose again, my brother had already gone for the afternoon.
I still feel lacking, and it is already into the early evening ─ I relish an early bedtime. I know that it was the late hour as much as the two cans of strong beer that are responsible for how poorly I am faring today, but I have no desire for a repeat performance.
I owe Bill ─ my old schoolmate whom I reconnected with through Facebook ─ an encapsulation of my life since he and I last laid eyes upon one another back in 1969 or 1970, for he provided such an overview to me.
Consequently, I am going to bring this post to a close so that I can spend some time responding to him.
By the way, I did manage to perform my daily plank today shortly before my wife and brother rose this morning ─ I put in just over 6½ minutes in the unbroken plank position, despite not having much heart for the exercise.
I conclude this post now with a few further photos that were taken in June 2018 when my wife flew to Rome to visit a sister of hers who has made Italy her second home.
My wife's digital camera did not have its date setting adjusted for that holiday, so the metadata of the photos which indicates that they were taken on June 7 (2018) is nothing more than an approximation.
The first photo is a selfie taken by my wife:
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