I was pleased to be able to get to bed early last evening ─ my younger brother had not arrived home by 9:00 p.m. from wherever he was drinking, so I was not obligated to sit up with him to operate our T9 Android 8.1 TV Box.
My actual bedtime now eludes me, but it is possible that I was into bed before it was yet 9:10 p.m.
Some sleep intermittently arrived, and I recall checking the time and seeing that it was only around midnight ─ I anticipated that my brother was probably still downstairs watching T.V. and had not yet gone to bed, so I sought yet more sleep.
It was about an hour later that I again checked the time and expected that all would be clear ─ I could safely rise and put work into the post I have building at one of my six hosted websites.
As I was dressing, my wife suddenly entered the bedroom. Perhaps she was just newly home following her long day working at her friend's Thai restaurant.
She had been drinking, and was talkative, wanting to inform me that a complaint she has had for some months concerning one of her arms has escalated in its symptoms.
It is difficult to understand something like symptomology involving any condition my wife may have because she is very Thai and her English inadequate for detailed elucidation.
I know that she has had her arm X-rayed, so there must be one doctor who validates her complaint.
Well, according to my wife as she proffered her arm, the area of the forearm just adjacent to the elbow had become so inflamed on the weekend that it had swollen right up pronouncedly. I could not certainly discern any swelling as she displayed her arm to me; but she said that her doctor had previously wanted her to book off work for two weeks, whereas my wife only stopped working for one.
I never saw her arm on the weekend because she spends her weekends somewhere in Vancouver and not here at our Surrey home ─ such is my marriage. She only sleeps here during the week because we are much, much closer to the restaurant than is Vancouver.
Anyway, she said that she is not able to work anymore in the restaurant kitchen. The best she might be able to handle now is that of being a server.
This afternoon she was to go and see her doctor to get a medical prescription to that effect so that she could apply for Employment Insurance, for she would only be able to serve at the restaurant part-time now.
She was going to take today off work entirely, and so she said that she wasn't about to rush to bed. She was going to fix herself something to eat.
I went downstairs soon after she did, and found her in the kitchen getting her small meal ready, and also pouring some red wine into a beer glass. I said nothing, but as she distractedly talked to me, she more than half-filled the good-sized Sleeman-labelled beer glass.
In my estimation, the quantity would likely have served me for a pleasant evening of T.V.-watching, affording a definite buzz. But my wife was already under the influence, and probably bearing 50 pounds or more less bodyweight than do I.
Nevertheless, I guess she eventually drank it all.
I returned here upstairs to my computer to work on the post, and I could hear her downstairs on at least two long distance cellphone calls to Thailand. It seemed to me that one recipient of her calls was her youngest son (22 years old) who is due to return to Canada this evening following a month-long holiday in Thailand. I think his flight is due back at YVR at 7:30 p.m.
In due course, my wife did eventually go to bed. However, I remained up until nearly 5:30 a.m. before finding myself back in bed. My wife had risen once in all that while to use the bathroom.
More sleep typical to me was to arrive ─ basically, a succession of naps. I finally decided to rise at the approach of 9:30 a.m., by which time my younger brother was downstairs watching T.V.
I joined him around 10:00 a.m. to put our Android TV Box to use. The first show I tuned in was an episode of The Graham Norton show that featured among the guests Emelia Clarke, who may be better known to you (if you are a Game of Thrones fan) as the blonde "Mother of Dragons" who was initially wed to the barbarian played by muscular Jason Momoa ─ who also happened to be a guest of Graham's.
Emelia and Jason bonded almost as well as if they really were married, and I could scarcely believe how much Emelia laughed and how her whole face engaged that action as purely as if she was a young girl. It was beautiful to witness, and hard to credit that she is the same actress portraying the character Daenerys Targaryen.
Of course, she is not really blonde like her character.
Incidentally, this episode was #5 of Season 26, should you be interested and have the means of locating it to watch for yourself. It originally aired this past October 25.
My wife didn't rise until well after 1:00 p.m., by which time my brother had returned to his bed to rest up in preparation of heading off later in the afternoon to resume drinking somewhere.
While my wife was occupied in the bathroom readying for the remainder of her day, I went out to the backyard toolshed and had some exercise. I don't think she even became aware that I had done so.
And she was gone before my brother emerged from his bedroom while I was seated here at my computer enjoying a meal of my wife's leftover cooking; then he was gone, off to probably catch a bus.
It was approaching 3:30 p.m. by the time I had finished eating and was ready for a good nap.
Upon later rising from it, I got busy with this post; and now it is approaching 6:00 p.m., and I am still home alone. My wife had told me last night who was to be picking up her youngest son from the airport, but I could not understand her. And since she is touchy about me being unable to do so, I did not let on that I had no idea what she was trying to tell me ─ it is often far better to just not know something than it is to get her miffed by asking her to repeat herself.
I am wondering if maybe the eldest lad is to pick up his brother, and thus has not yet come home from work ─ he works in Burnaby. However, what is my wife up to?
My time will soon be most occupied, and blogging impossible, so I had best bring this post to a close.
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