A couple or so blog posts back, I had said that the warning at my Google AdSense account that my earnings were at risk (because one of my unidentified websites required an ads.txt file) had finally disappeared after being there for some months.
I only have Adsense on this blog and two hosted websites, and all three also have the required ads.txt file, so I have never bloody understood just what the hell Google wants from me!
Well, the damned warning was back again as of yesterday ─ bastards.
Okay, last evening I was able to get to bed early because my younger brother had not shown up by 9:00 p.m. from wherever he had gone drinking. I think that I was actually into my bed by 9:00 p.m.
Earlier in that day's post I had closed by indicating that I was going to seek an early-evening nap to help me get through. But after I was in bed, I recalled that my brother had said something about busing to Port Kells to hook up with at least one of his friends to do their drinking there ─ we live in the Whalley area, and something over a mile from the Whalley bus exchange at the Surrey Central SkyTrain Station in a direction opposite to that of Port Kells.
In other words, it was very unlikely that he would complete his drinking with his friends and manage to make the bus connections to get home anytime early at all.
So I scuttled the nap attempt, and instead opted to just get to bed early. I would be fine if my wife did not who up too early in the evening, for I think that she was likely working at her friend's Thai restaurant. All I was after was some sleep to tide me over so that I could rise after my brother was home and finally gone to bed for the night ─ I could then put some work into the post I am constructing at one of my six hosted websites.
I got some sleep, and reached a point where I considered that it might be late enough to be getting up again; but a check of the time revealed that it was only 11:00 p.m. My brother never goes to bed before midnight.
But I believe that my wife was home.
I can recall that at least once she came into the bedroom for one reason or another, but did her best not to disturb me. I wear a makeshift bandanna blindfold, as well as a pair of rather poorly effective earplugs.
I suppose that I had a succession of mini-naps; and then at last I was aware that she was finally coming to bed. And when she had, I checked the time ─ it was 2:30 a.m.
I pondered giving her some time to slip into sleep before I rose, but after several minutes I decided to just get up. And soon I was at work on that website post.
It was after 5:30 a.m. when I was thinking that it was getting late enough ─ I should be returning to bed. For one thing, my eldest stepson often rises around 6:00 a.m. to begin readying for his workday, and I prefer not to still be up at that point because it will obligate me to remain up until after he has left so that I can ensure that the front door is locked.
He will not lock it if he thinks that I am up.
My youngest stepson only returned Tuesday evening from a month-long holiday in Thailand ─ I was unsure when he would be going back to work. He works shifts.
Then to my considerable disappointment, without any warning he came upstairs around 5:45 a.m. to use the bathroom ─ there is a toilet downstairs, but neither of my stepsons will willingly evacuate their bowels in it.
He was still in the bathroom about 10 minutes later when I was prepared to get back to bed, so I had to go downstairs just to micturate because he was ensconced in the upstairs bathroom.
Anyway, at least I avoided the rising of my eldest stepson, and was abed barely ahead of 6:00 a.m.
I napped more; and by 9:00 a.m. decided to get myself up. My wife normally doesn't rise until around 10:00 a.m. if she is going to work, but she has started working part-time this week due to some chronic stress damage to a forearm from repetitive and often hard kitchen work.
I had just finished micturating and was dressing in the bathroom when I heard her open our bedroom door to use the same facilities, so I had to vacate it. She was up to stay ─ she had plans to go to a Service Canada office to apply for Employment Insurance sick benefits.
My brother never emerged from his bedroom until the approach of 10:00 a.m.; and a few minutes past that hour, I joined him to put our T9 Android 8.1 TV Box into operation. It was right around then that my wife left.
I had a movie in mind ─ 2009 's I Hate Valentine's Day.
I expected some resistance from my naturally miserable brother, and I sure got it. He practically demanded that I put on something else.
But I refused. To tell the truth, at his growled demand I nearly exploded into the act of turning off the Android TV Box (he doesn't understand how to use it) and storming upstairs to leave the lout to his insufferable self.
However, I held tight to restraint, and went ahead with the movie anyway, merely saying that it was supposed to be a comedy (as opposed to a romance).
Of course, it was both. And I found a working link for it at the Cinema HD 'app' that I have downloaded into our Android TV Box.
It was very enjoyable, and my brother never made a further word of complaint.
I was unfamiliar with lead actress Nia Vardalos, but she proved herself most definitely winsome and even quite sexy. She must have been around the age of 45 when she filmed the movie.
I could see myself watching the feature again some day just to enjoy her some more.
Anyway, with the movie over, I then tuned in two episodes of Game of Thrones ─ my wife was probably home again early into the start of the first episode. She even watched some of it after she prepared herself some lunch.
Her youngest son must have risen right around the time his mother was back home. And I am wondering if maybe he had to return to work today, for he disappeared in the mid-afternoon and is still not home as I type these words at 7:53 p.m.
I badly wanted a nap this afternoon, but I could not have it with my wife here. I had to wait and see if she was going to go to work for the restaurnt's late afternoon opening (it always closes for 1½ hours in the mid-afternoon).
After my brother had returned to his bedroom to rest up following that second episode of Game of Thrones, I had forced myself to undertake the day's scheduled session of exercise out in the backyard toolshed. It was not easy to do without a nap and / or my day's second hot caffeinated beverage ─ something I was unable to fix for myself because my wife was always inhabiting the kitchen.
She finally did leave for work, saying that she would not be back until tomorrow afternoon (such is my marriage) ─ that was some odd relief to me because it meant that my sleep would not be disturbed later tonight, and I would be able to nap tomorrow.
I did get my nap today ─ it was well past 4:00 p.m. when I sought my bed. If I had not, then I would have been unable to create this post, nor the one I earlier composed in my private blog.
But I am out of time. I only want to squeeze in some photos ─ first, a collage that Google Photos created today and notified me about:
Evidently the three photos used in it were taken exactly eight years ago on February 13, 2012. I have not yet tried to locate them in the Google Photos album I clearly have them filed in, but I will do so now ─ that is of course my wife in all three collage images, and it is her eldest son hiding his face in the only image that is not exclusively of her.
Here they are ─ the original photos:
Is it possible that I can have some fast supper and get myself to bed before my brother shows up from whatever bar he went off to this afternoon? I hope so!
And no ─ it is not possible. He arrived here while I was proofreading this post at 8:20 p.m.
He passed by this room where I keep my computer upstairs, for he was heading to his bedroom to change into some more comfortable clothes for the evening. The smell of beer wafting into this room is amazingly strong, and he only slowly passed by the room without stopping.
Well, I'll try and see how he holds up this evening ─ maybe I am going to have to sit up into the midnight hour operating our Android TV Box for his entertainment.
How I miss having my own damned life all to myself....
And no ─ it is not possible. He arrived here while I was proofreading this post at 8:20 p.m.
He passed by this room where I keep my computer upstairs, for he was heading to his bedroom to change into some more comfortable clothes for the evening. The smell of beer wafting into this room is amazingly strong, and he only slowly passed by the room without stopping.
Well, I'll try and see how he holds up this evening ─ maybe I am going to have to sit up into the midnight hour operating our Android TV Box for his entertainment.
How I miss having my own damned life all to myself....
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