To my considerable annoyance last evening as I sat here upstairs at my computer around 7:45 p.m. or more, I heard my younger brother coming through the front door. As I had expressed in that day's post, I hoped to be getting to bed early on the design that I might get out well before daybreak this morning for a good long walk.
Well, as my brother removed his coat and boots inside the front door now that he was home from wherever he had been drinking, I could hear him doing the theatrical sighing that is so irritatingly typical of him when he is plastered. Practically every exhalation he makes is audible almost throughout the house.
His presence portended that I was going to have to sit up late operating our T9 Android 8.1 TV Box because he has no facility for its use ─ I am its sole operator.
Resigned, I soon enough joined him in the living room, and decided to tune in a movie to try and get my brother past the initial period of transitional relaxation when he is most likely to be passing out. I had an exciting science fiction movie in mind ─ 2017's Alien: Covenant.
The first two or three sources I linked to within the Cinema HD 'app' that I have downloaded into our Android TV Box each were taking too long to result in the stream ─ I was counting slowly to 45 without any connection.
Then I hit pay dirt. However, this particular source had Spanish subtitles.
Immediately my brother began complaining: "Can't we get rid of the subtitles?" he growled drunkenly.
I did not respond because I did not care to waste my breath explaining that I have no control over what a streaming source has where any embedded subtitles may be concerned; nor did I want to bother explaining that in short order he would barely even notice the subtitles.
I wanted to focus on the conversation that was in play at that point in the earliest beginning of the feature ─ not engage in conversation with my drunken brother. He mightn't have possessed the mental wherewithal to follow apparently boring dialogue on the screen, but I wanted to immerse myself into all details of the movie.
When he got no response from me, he sighed loudly and rose up, then headed off into the kitchen for another can of beer, grousing in his drunken growl, "I guess it doesn't f****ing matter what I want!"
That was it for me. I killed the feed, turned off the Android TV Box, and left him with basic cable to amuse himself in his drunken solitude for the remainder of his evening.
I came upstairs here to my computer for awhile; and by 10:00 p.m. I was into my bed.
Sleep came and went, but I was comfortable enough. Then about four hours after going to bed, I felt curious enough on the time to take a look, and made the decision to rise and put in some work on the post I am developing at one of my six hosted websites. My brother would have long since gone to bed.
I anticipated that it would be likely that I would remain up and embark upon that desired long walk, but it was not to be. I was to decline too severely to want to go anywhere. But even so, I remained up until after 5:00 a.m.
Perhaps I was in bed another four or so hours, but the series of naps within that stretch of time were insufficient ─ I rose with burning eyes, an indication of inadequate restorative sleep.
I had some exercise scheduled for today with my 43½-pound dumbbell, so I slowly got busy with that in between working further on that website post. When eventually my brother emerged from his bedroom, I was emerging from my own following some action with the dumbbell. So I greeted him with a fairly hearty good morning that I think he may have replied to.
We never exchanged any further conversation. He went downstairs to read the Saturday morning edition of the Vancouver Sun that I subscribe to; and then eventually he had on an American football game on T.V. ─ research revals that it may have been the XFL game featuring the Seattle Dragons. I didn't even know that this football league existed!
Anyway, early into the noon hour he returned to his bedroom to rest up, since he would be heading off again early in the afternoon to get drunk once more. He has to bus, for he is still serving what may be the final month of a three-month driving suspension.
I had returned to my own bed in the noon hour not too very long after he had sequestered himself in his room; and when I rose around 2:30 a.m., my brother was already gone.
I busily engaged myself with a post in my private blog that took far longer than I expected; and now I am working on a post here.
The day has been remarkably sunny. I would have loved to have been off in it benefitting from all that daylight, but I just cannot bear the hordes of public that are everywhere, as well as the constant roar of traffic-laden streets.
It is one of my great resentments toward God that I am virtually imprisoned in my environment as I am. But explaining that statement requires far too much detailing, so I will simply leave things here.
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