That's me ─ hopeless.
Except for how I expended myself over the latter afternoon and early evening, my day had been decent enough. I had managed to complete the day's content assignment for the post I have started at one of my six hosted websites.
I also performed an eight-minute plank, and had a very good exercise session out in the backyard toolshed despite the day's heat.
I even got in an hour of sunbathing.
And then came my dissolute descent.
I don't want to talk about it ─ nor even blog.
One final thing.
My wife came home early last evening from wherever it is that she spends her weekends in Vancouver, and she did some cooking.
She even watched some of the episode of Gotham that I had tuned in after my younger brother got home from wherever he had been drinking.
I noticed that my brother had passed out despite my wife's presence
there with us. So when she finally betook herself upstairs, I cancelled
out of the episode and switched off the T9 Android 8.1 TV Box through
which we had accessed the episode.
And I left him by
himself in the living room, snoring, with the news channel for him to
revive to ─ it's the only news channel we can receive via the basic
cable package we subscribe to.
I came upstairs here to my computer.
Anon, my wife went downstairs, and I assumed that she had joined her two sons in the boys' den area.
I
finally decided to just go to bed ─ I think that it may have been
approaching 10:00 p.m. By then, I had not heard anything of my wife
downstairs.
Suspicion was to be proved correct ─ she
was not here. I was not worth even a quick goodbye.
And now it is 8:41 p.m. this evening, and I have yet to
hear a thing from her.
Such is my regretted marriage.
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