At the conclusion of yesterday's post, I expressed my disappointment that my brother had just hauled himself home, and was so drunk that I could smell the beer wafting off him when he walked past the room I keep my computer in.
I had hoped to get to bed early, but it was looking as if I was going to have to sit up with him and operate our T9 Android 8.1 TV Box.
Immediately upon joining him in the living room to begin doing just that, he began deriding me for tuning in the movie that I had located for us to watch late that morning: I Hate Valentine's Day. He wanted nothing like that again, he growled ─ he doesn't appreciate that sort of thing.
I retorted that I actually very much enjoyed the movie, so his opinion meant nothing to me. In fact, I challenged, if he was so particular about what I selected, then maybe he should entertain himself and I'll just go upstairs.
He doesn't know how to operate the Android TV Box even when he's sober.
That managed to shut the drunkard up, as did my choice of tuning in the second-to-last episode of the series The Last Ship that we have been following.
"That ought to have some action," he approved.
Not 10 minutes into the episode, he was snoring.
Disgusted with him, I turned off the Android TV Box, and left him with basic cable to entertain himself.
It was only around 8:30 p.m., so I got to spend some time here at my computer before getting to bed by 9:30 p.m.
My wife had let me know when she left for work in the latter afternoon yesterday that she would not be coming home until this afternoon (such is my marriage), so I didn't have to be apprehensive that she would be showing up to disturb my sleep last evening.
I do not sleep a solid night's sleep ─ rather, my pattern of sleep is a succession of nothing more than napping episodes. But I was comfortable in bed. And I think that it was maybe 2:30 a.m. when I decided to get up and put work into the post I hope to complete in a week or so at one of my six hosted websites.
It was probably around 3:00 a.m. that I took a break to perform a 5½-minute plank.
I remained up until nearly 6:00 a.m. by which time I could hear my eldest stepson's cellphone alarm going off for the second time to alert him about the start of his workday.
My usual pattern of sleep ensued, but around 8:00 a.m. my cellphone disturbed me with ringing from an unknown caller ─ I never answer such calls, but that wrecked everything for me. I ried until about 8:30 a.m. to find some more sleep, but it was futile, and so I rose.
My brother was already downstairs watching T.V. in between bothering with his laundry ─ Friday is laundry day for him.
I joined him around 10:00 a.m. to put on some better T.V. entertainment via our Android TV Box.
He received a cellphone call around 11:00 a.m., and I could tell that he was making plans to hook up with someone he knows. And so we only watched an episode each of two of the T.V. series we follow, when he announced that he was going to seek some bed rest.
This was most remarkable, for if wasn't more than 11:30 a.m., and he often doesn't do this until 1:00 p.m. or even 1:30 p.m. Obviously, he intended to head off much earlier than usual to keep his tryst.
He's going to be damned drunk by the time he gets home later today. I hope that it spells another early evening for me.
After he headed off to catch a bus (he's still under a three-month driving suspension) early in the afternoon, I sought a nap. I think that I was only early into one when ─ at maybe 2:00 p.m. or so ─ another infernal call from an unidentified caller screwed everything up for me. I had not been in bed anywhere near an hour, and now I was done ─ sleep was hopelessly driven from me.
I had no idea when my wife might be showing up, so I simply did not have the time to keep trying.
As it was, she got home around 3:40 p.m., and was all set to head out with her youngest son to go and have something to eat ─ did I want to come?
Well, I wasn't even remotely hungry ─ I need to know about these events well ahead of time. In fact, preferably at least a day before.
And now it is 4:47 p.m., and they are back. Clearly, I am going to have to wind things up and finish this post.
However, I want to mention a conversation I had earlier today with my wife's youngest lad. He had gone to work last afternoon for the first time since leaving on a holiday to Thailand with two friends. The lad only got back this past Tuesday evening.
So I asked him today how it was for him having to be at work once more after so much time off.
Obviously he didn't enjoy it, but he reported that he was told to take another two weeks off when his manager found out where he had gone to holiday ─ the coronavirus scare is so very alive and well right now.
What was even more bizarre is that when the father of one of the lad's two Thailand travelling companions went to work and casually mentioned that his son was just back from holidaying in Thailand, even he was put on leave for a full week by his management!
This is almost nonsensical.
I will finish with ─ seven? ─ candid photos that I took at 12:04 p.m. / 12:05 p.m. two days ago as my wife was returning from streetside where she had to go to drop off some garbage into the bin that I had set out that morning for emptying by one of the trucks that were due to come by that day.
She was in her housecoat, and still has no idea that I took the unflattering photos:
Poor thing!
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