My wife may well sometimes lapse into her costly gambling addiction as she did a couple of nights ago, but I have my own struggles of a recidivous sort that I am too eagerly liable to. And so it was following the publication of yesterday's post.
A most sorry trend with which to end my day.
My younger brother had not arrived home by the time I betook myself to bed at some point ahead of 9:30 p.m., I believe; but I slept illy as is too often my wont.
I am considering that much of my trouble may be a result of my late suppers, for I have not been eating until the arrival of 8:00 p.m. My thinking is that the food energy obtained so late into my day may be diverting any inclination to fall asleep.
Hence, I shall try to dine around 5:00 p.m. - 6:00 p.m. and see if there is much difference when I am able to have an early evening to bed.
Such may be the case again today, for my younger brother left here around 1:30 p.m. without benefit of a nap. So not only is he likely getting an early jump on his drinking, but he will be doing so without the benefit of whatever fortification a nap might have bestowed.
If this proves out, then he will be no company with which to try and watch T.V. this evening.
I think that it was last Thursday evening that I last sat up with him, and operated our T9 Android TV Box to catch some episodes of a few of the T.V. series we follow. And if that was indeed the evening, it was also the last time that I have enjoyed a can of the strong (8% alcohol) beer that I try to keep in stock.
Alas, notwithstanding last evening's early bedtime, by midnight last night I felt utterly scorched. By that I mean that I was sorely athirst, and my insides seemed burned out from that great discomfort of a meal that has become too burdensome to digestively manage. In fact, I felt myself dangerously near to potentially spontaneously combust.
Sleep was impossible, clearly.
Fortunately, I remembered that my wife had left a cup of water on the bedside table next to where she normally sleeps, so I did not have to leave my bedroom to avail myself of the bathroom for some water ─ my brother was still watching T.V. downstairs, and I wished him not to be privy to the fact that I was not comfortably asleep in bed.
But the water could not immediately undo the condition in which I found myself, and thus I was only able to lie there with scant bedding as I sought to escape the physiological unpleasantness.
As it was to happen, my brother did not finally come upstairs to his bedroom until something like 12:48 a.m., so it was only thereafter that I was at last free to rise and come here to my computer to put more work into the post I have on the go at one of my six hosted websites.
In doing so, I found the monthly household expenses reconciliation cheque from my brother that I just recently had occasion to wonder on ─ he had not forgotten it after all.
This time it's for $221.72 by his reckoning ─ not a huge sum, but a definite help. And especially so in view of my wife's peccant behaviour that saw her withdraw and probably gamble away $1,500 of my monthly pension two nights ago that is sorely needed for the monthly mortgage that is generally due as early as the 22nd of each month.
I seem to recall that it was after 4:30 a.m. before I finally returned to bed for some further poor sleep.
I now do not exactly recall when it was that I rose this morning, but it would surprise me if it was any later than 8:30 a.m. My brother never emerged from his bedroom until after 10:00 a.m. ─ which was of considerable benefit to me.
I say that because I had wanted to get today's exercising out of the way in the morning before my brother was up. The session scheduled was for out in the backyard toolshed ─ a few bodyweight exercises, including some chin-ups / pull-ups.
His late emergence from his bedroom allowed me time to have some black instant coffee and invigorate myself sufficiently for that workout.
The day was overcast, but by midday or so we have been having light rain.
I usually watch some T.V. from roughly 10:00 a.m. to 1:00 p.m. or later with my brother on weekdays, and this morning I had a movie in mind.
And so it was that we were to catch 2017's Valerian and the City of a Thousand Planets.
I cannot say that I remember ever seeing advertisements for the movie back then ─ advertising had nothing to do with why I selected it. I simply chose it because I wanted to watch a science fiction movie from the year 2017, and so I compiled a list.
Anyway, the two main character looked to be far too young for their military ranking and importance ─ actually, I thought that they looked to be teenagers. So that lack of obvious maturity gave my brother and I some trouble (he's 67 years old, and I am 70).
But I thought that the movie was well made, and I enjoyed how the effects such as the various aliens fit in rather well with the actors ─ who were of course real and not 'generated' somehow, as were many of the aliens.
However, never for an instant did I believe that either lead character was in danger of losing his or her life, and that element of virtual invulnerability can hurt a viewer's emotional investment in the storyline ─ whether or not movie-makers realize it.
Neither lead actor's name meant anything to me, and I doubt that I have ever seen anything before of the lead actress. However, the male lead also had that distinction in the movie A Cure for Wellness which I watched a year or two ago, but I retain no familiarity with him in that role.
Note: I have deliberately omitted naming anyone because I doubt that I will remember either of the leads by the time I ever see one of them again in some future movie or T.V. series ─ if I ever do.
The movie ran for over two hours, so it was all that my brother and I watched.
After he left to do whatever it was he left to do, I held off on seeking a nap until just after 2:30 p.m. I probably managed some very superficial sleep; but an hour after getting to bed, I was aware that someone had come into the bedroom ─ my wife was home.
So that was that.
She seems to have worked something out concerning the replacement of the money she took from our chequing account and wasted, but she has asked me to wait a day or two.
No doubt, she is grateful that I have held my tongue and not allowed her two sons to be privy to her expensive indiscretion. Still, they may yet have to learn of it if it becomes necessary to explain later this month why they have to come up with a darned goodly sum to meet the monthly mortgage payment, and then the annual utilities bill that is due April 2nd.
But at least she has me feeling more comfortable than I have been feeling.
My wife was only home for a fairly short time ─ she evidently had to go to work at the Thai restaurant that employs her. It closes from 3:00 p.m. until 4:30 p.m. each day, so she probably left here around 4:00 p.m. for the fairly long drive to make the restaurant's afternoon re-opening.
She recently became part-time due to trouble with one of her arms, so the impression that I got from her just before she left was that she would not be working tomorrow and we could work out what to do about tips on her 2019 tax return ─ I want to get hers and mine completed and submitted to the Tax Services Office that is not a mile from us.
I file a paper return, so our refunds are going to take a month or so before they show up in our chequing account.
Incidentally, I also have my eldest stepson's tax return to turn in with ours.
It is a little past 7:00 p.m., and I wish to have a bath and therewith clear away my evening for that potentially early bedtime, for I have already had my supper whilst working upon this post.
By the way, my wife brought my attention to the apparent fact that we may have some snow by the weekend ─ temperatures are supposed to dip a little below freezing with precipitation in store throughout.
It is a little past 7:00 p.m., and I wish to have a bath and therewith clear away my evening for that potentially early bedtime, for I have already had my supper whilst working upon this post.
By the way, my wife brought my attention to the apparent fact that we may have some snow by the weekend ─ temperatures are supposed to dip a little below freezing with precipitation in store throughout.
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