With my wife home yesterday, I was not able to find the time to create a post here. She finally left us today ─ maybe 4:00 p.m. at latest. Apparently she was going to put in some kitchen time at the Thai restaurant that employs her.
However, I don't think she has managed to put in any time there in at least a couple of weeks due to the COVID-19 lockdown everywhere.
She applied for Employment Insurance (E.I.) benefits on February 15 when she went part-time due to trouble in one of her elbows ─ I suspect tendinitis; but whatever the problem was and is, her doctor had my wife X-rayed back in February and prescribed the part-time status.
This was before the nationwide lockdown.
Yet in all this time, my wife hasn't received a cent in E.I., even though friends of hers who have applied for CERB much later have now received two payments.
My wife even tried applying for CERB, but the result has been nothing.
And anytime she tries to phone Service Canada, the messaging service always tells her that due to unusual numbers of calls, hers cannot be accepted in a queue and she is told to call back later.
And so she has been living in limbo.
I think her employer told her to come in to work today out of pity on my wife.
Anyway, I don't expect to see her again until Monday ─ she spends most of her free time in Vancouver (such is my sorry marriage).
As a result of my wife being here last evening, I had to sit up late operating our T9 Android 8.1 TV Box to access episodes of a few of the T.V. series my brother and I follow (my brother doesn't understand the Android TV Box's operation).
Had my wife not been here, I would have retired considerably earlier than I did, but she was occupying our bedroom and probably watching something on a tablet that she acquired from someone.
I sat up with my brother watching shows until 12:30 a.m., and in that time I had one of the strong (8% alcohol) cans of beer that I try to keep in stock.
My wife accommodatingly relocated to this small room where I keep my computer once she knew that my brother and I were finishing up with the T.V., and she remained up for a couple of hours more, I am sure.
I suppose that I slept fairly well, and had no intention of trying to rise during the early a.m. to work on the website post I am developing. Even so, I was awake enough by 7:30 a.m. that I soon rose to get to work on the post.
My brother didn't emerge from his bedroom until at least 8:30 a.m., but I didn't join him to watch T.V. until 10:00 a.m.
I should mention that yesterday morning, I tuned in a movie for us to watch ─ 2017's The Discovery.
The movie was certainly interesting, but it had one of those atrocious endings that resolved absolutely nothing and left the viewer hanging ─ how I despise these endings!
And in just now looking at Wikipedia's description of the movie, on reflection I must here say that I do not recall that ─ at the movie's conclusion ─ the character Will certainly died while hooked up to "the machine".
I may not be correctly remembering the movie's finish, but I thought that his fate with "the machine" may have been as inconclusive as was his alternate self's glimmering of possible recognition of his newfound love Isla when he turns to look back at her and her young son as she carries him from the beach.
My brother bitched aloud at the tell-nothing finish to the movie, and of course blamed me for picking it to watch.
This does get tiresome.
But let's return to today, shall we?
Although yesterday was extremely sunny and afforded me over 40 minutes of backyard sunning, it was cloudy today. So no sunning whatsoever.
However, that freed me up to seek an afternoon nap around 2:20 p.m., even though my wife was home. I managed to get around 80 minutes in bed, and I needed the nap.
I won't sit up late this evening. My brother seems to have had a few beers while away for the afternoon. At most, I will sit up until 11:00 p.m.
I have a pair of photos that I want to post that I took early this evening just before I began exercising in my bedroom using the blood flow restriction (BFR) bands that I own.
I have no idea how people are able to take such beautifully clear selfies of themselves, but mine are always very poor.
The first photo was taken at 6:15 p.m. before I had yet put on any of the bands. An old emergency appendectomy that I underwent back around 1975 left me with an ugly puckered scar that seems to have resulted in a surrounding mound of flab that I will likely die with:
The second photo was taken three minutes later after I applied the bands for my upper arms:
Before you get too critical, please not that I am 70 years old.
Okay, it's already just after 8:00 p.m. ─ I must close and publish this post.
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