I had my early evening yesterday ─ my younger brother was not home from the bar by 9:00 p.m., so not 10 minutes thereafter I was into my bed.
Some sleep would come and go; and very little over three hours later it seemed to me that all was quiet downstairs, so I rose and quietly opened my bedroom door. The house was in darkness, and my brother's bedroom door closed tight.
It was time for me to put in some work on the post I have in progress at one of my six hosted websites.
Around 3:00 a.m. I broke just to go downstairs to the living room to perform a 5¼-minute plank, wondering if that would be when my wayward wife would be finally arriving home after her long workday at her friend's Thai restaurant. She often becomes involved in some after-hours partying.
Or was she going to spend the night elsewhere due to excessive partying? That does occasionally happen.
Such is my marriage.
Such is my marriage.
I got the plank out of the way without interruption, and resumed work on the post. I had actually done more work on it than I had thought I might, for I had kept delaying my return to bed because I would find it too disturbing to get to bed and then have my wife show up.
It was 3:18 a.m. when I at last heard her unlocking the front door, home finally. She rustled about in the kitchen, and then I heard the microwave running. Only then did she come upstairs for something, and ─ perhaps sheepishly ─ interact with me.
She was going to have a snack downstairs and then smartly get to bed.
When she made her return downstairs, I soon enough also went down, and mentioned that I was supposed to have lunch at noon with three former co-workers of mine ─ she has met two of them, who happen to be a married couple.
I was quite taken back by her reaction ─ she exclaimed that I should have told her beforehand, for she would have liked to participate. Had she only known, she would have come home earlier so that she could have gotten her sleep. She was only out as late as she was because she didn't have to start work today until sometime from 4:30 p.m. - 5:00 p.m.
I had known of the luncheon since at least this past Monday ─ maybe even the weekend or possibly as far back as Friday; but I never dreamed that she would have cared to be involved. But of course, I also did not know that she did not have to work the full day today.
Anyway, anon she got herself to bed, and I remained up for some while, not joining her until around 4:30 a.m. She seemed to be dead asleep.
I managed some further sleep, of course; but by about 8:30 a.m., I felt that I had to get up. For one thing, I needed to wet my beard with hot, soapy water in order to set it with a medical version of a head-net that is designed to hold a gauze pad in place ─ it's variously called a stretch or elastic tubular net bandage or retainer.
My brother never emerged from his bedroom until a little after 10:00 a.m. ─ this was unusually late.
Normally I sit with him from about 10:00 a.m. to operate our T9 Android 8.1 TV Box to stream some shows for us to watch until 1:00 p.m. or so. I let him know that I only had time for an episode of one of our shows, and then he was to be on his own.
One of my former co-workers ─ Barb ─ was going to pick me up around 11:40 a.m. at a store that is only a very short walk from my home. Our rendezvous with the other pair was to be over five miles from here at the Sundowner Pub (Google map) just barely into Delta.
The last time I visited that pub I think may have been back in the 1980s.
The last time I visited that pub I think may have been back in the 1980s.
It was about two months ago that we four got together at a different pub, and this was far sooner than I liked. I am in very bad financial shape, yet today I ended up parting with $30.23 that I can not easily justify having spent.
At the last second as we were about to part outside the pub, I thought to take these three photos ─ it was raining quite hard:
Barb ─ my ride ─ is centre, sandwiched by married couple Steve and Angela. Thanks to Barb, I was back home by around 2:00 p.m. My brother had already left for the afternoon to end up drinking somewhere, so the front door was locked because my wife had not yet risen.
It was at least a half hour before she at last did rise, I would say.
I badly needed a nap, and I began to decline rapidly. But of course, I had to tough it out until after my wife left to go to work. Her eldest son got home from work within a few minutes of her departure.
It was just barely after 5:00 p.m. when I got into my bed ─ full clothed ─ to sink into unconsciousness. But I was not down for too much over an hour.
I am still feeling very tired. I have deliberately held off from having a bracing hot caffeinated beverage because I am banking on being able to get to bed early again this evening ─ but it's only a gamble. I have no idea at all if my brother will show up ahead of 9:00 p.m. to spoil my plans, for at that eventuality I will have to sit up late operating our Android TV Box.
Something definitely does seem off with me to feel this drained. I hope that it's solely attributable to my poor tally of sleep, and not some other health issue that perhaps involves improper handling of blood sugar.
There is definitely another health issue at play that I do not care to broach here right now.
In fact "right now" it is already after 7:30 p.m., and I badly want to have a bath before enjoying some of the supper my wife left for us. The bath will undoubtedly perk me up.
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