As I expressed in the post, I had desired to try and avoid my brother in the evening due to how unsettled he had made me the evening before when in his drunkenness he indicated his wish that I provide him with certain financial details ─ when I had the chance ─ for a matter that I desperately want him utterly ignorant of.
He had not brought up that same matter yesterday when he was sober, nor did he today.
But I was concerned yesterday that the return to his drunkenness would place his mindset back to where it had been Wednesday evening, and he would again broach the dread topic.
I watched some T.V. fairly early last evening as I supped ─ he was not yet home from wherever he was doing some drinking; and then well past 8:00 p.m. I forsook the telly and came upstairs here to my computer. It was not long at all ─ 8:30 p.m. or so ─ that I heard him arrive home. With great haste, I betook myself from my computer and hied into the bathroom for a final use ere shutting myself up in my bedroom for the night.
My brother had come directly upstairs to his bedroom while I was using the bathroom, and I could hear him availing himself of his ensuite toilet ─ this was all the surety I required as to his inebriated state. Normally, he never needs to so hastily avail himself of the facilities upon immediately arriving home ─ he could not even have taken the time to remove his jacket, so dire was his need.
Congratulating myself on successfully avoiding him, I was into my bed by 8:30 p.m., hoping to find some early sleep.
My hopes rarely see realization. And so it was on this occasion.
I had donned earplugs and a bandana blindfold. Then about 1½ hours after having come to bed and thereafter laying in my bed wide awake, my wife who was evidently newly home from work intruded into the bedroom with such a bustle that I was startled by the noisy incursion. It was only a few minutes after 10:00 p.m.
She got whatever she had come for, but left the light on when she exited the room. Even so, that mattered little due to my blindfold.
My wakeful vigil continued, as did my growing discomfort of so fruitlessly being abed.
I needed for my brother to go to his bedroom for the night, but he never does so before midnight. That became my targetted time.
I think that I resisted checking the time until just after 11:20 p.m. My wife had at least once more meantime come into the bedroom for something.
I thought that it would be relatively simple to bear out the remaining time until midnight, but I found myself impatiently making several time checks as the minutes dragged by.
Then at 12:01 a.m. I was certain I heard my brother come upstairs and shut himself into his bedroom. I hopped up and dressed. But upon opening my bedroom door, I saw that his bedroom door was still ajar by a foot or more, and the T.V. downstairs was still playing.
It had been one of my stepsons coming upstairs to shut himself into the bathroom that I had heard ─ it had not been my brother.
So back to my bed I returned. This time, I was fully clothed, and covered over with just a light comforter.
My wife was to come into the room once and never realized that I had gotten dressed. She was apparently using the small room where I keep my computer, immediately adjacent to our bedroom ─ I had seen the room's light on when I had my attempt to get up and out of my bedroom aborted by the false alarm.
Finally, at 12:20 a.m., I heard my brother bid a goodnight to my wife, and he finally claimed his bedroom for the night. I was free to emerge from mine.
I had not brushed my teeth earlier due to the haste with which I had first gone to bed, so I left my wife undisturbed in my computer room and I came downstairs with my toothbrush so that I could get some coconut oil and then lie upon the chesterfield and brush my teeth in the darkened living room.
I do not use toothpaste, just coconut oil; and my teeth-brushing procedure is a process that easily consumes 15 minutes.
As I was so involved, my wife then came downstairs and got herself something to eat after some words with one or both of her sons, and then she turned on the light in the dining alcove and sat at the dining table to eat.
I thought that she would notice my bared feet, for they ought to have been visible from her vantage at the dining table, but she apparently did not.
However, when she finished her snack, she then turned on the living room light and came to water some of the potted plants ─ only then with a start discovering me. She had never realized that I was not still in bed.
She was just about to go to bed, so my computer was mine to use. I wanted to put further content into the post I am still working on at one of my six hosted websites.
Not once in the more than 3½ hours that I had been abed did I begin to drift from consciousness. Nevertheless, spending so much time just doing nothing in bed with my eyes closed does prove restorative ─ I have felt less refreshed after legitimate naps.
This is something that I have taken note of before, and it was my sole consolation as I bore the wasted hours waiting for my brother to retire for the night.
I actually felt good enough that ─ had I not wanted to work on the website post ─ I could have fixed myself up a hot caffeinated beverage to enjoy; and then afterwards, I could have ventured off on a long nighttime walk for 1½ to two hours or even more.
And so it was that I worked on the post until satisfied with my latest contributions; and then around 4:30 a.m. ─ quite tired once more ─ I returned to bed.
This time I did find some actual sleep. however, by 8:30 a.m. I was too awake to remain abed any longer. Also, I was quite thirsty, and somewhat in need of micturition. So I rose, dressed, and then used the bathroom.
My brother was downstairs watching T.V. and betimes involved with his Friday morning laundering ritual. I remained upstairs here at my computer until the approach of 10:00 a.m., and then finally went downstairs to prepare that hot caffeinated beverage that I had resisted overnight.
I next joined my brother in the living room, and put our T9 Android 8.1 TV Box into operation to fetch up episodes of three of the T.V. series we follow. I led us off with the premiere episode of this year's Britain's Got Talent ─ that episode in fact only aired last month.
My wife was soon to rise and make her appearance, coming downstairs. Apparently she had to put in a full day at her friend's Thai restaurant. She went back upstairs to shower; and then well before 11:00 a.m., had left us for the day. In all likelihood, she will be gone for the weekend ─ she tends to spend her weekends somewhere in Vancouver (such is my sorry marriage).
My brother and I watched our shows until after 1:00 p.m., and then he headed on up to his bedroom for some rest ere driving away for the afternoon.
When he went up to his room, I soon enough changed into a pair of gym shorts and a tank top, and then I went out to the backyard toolshed to tackle the day's scheduled exercises set for there.
And following their completion ─ a strenuous experience indeed ─ I sought some sunning. At 1:55 p.m., I slouched low into a lawn- or deckchair and ─ attired just in my gym shorts, and with my bared feet on the ground ─ I faced directly into the bright Sun for just over 30 minutes.
Upon returning into the house, I found that my brother was up again, and gathering up a great quantity of empty beer, wine, and liquor cans and bottles to take to a recycling depot for the substantial deposit he would be rewarded with.
As he loaded them up, I changed back into my regular clothes, and set about gathering together my day's first meal comprised mostly of my wife's cooking.
My brother left, and I was home alone ─ my youngest stepson had taken off in the morning before I had come downstairs to join my brother for T.V., while my eldest stepson rode off on his Harley-Davidson while I was in the backyard sunning.
His bike is remarkably quiet, but I still did hear it, of course.
I had my meal, and then descended into my baleful dance with addiction for possibly as much as 1½ hours instead of just seeking a nap. It was the arrival back home of my youngest stepson that pulled me from my descent.
I am grateful for that, but I should have napped much earlier than I did. I wasted time that I could have applied in working anew on that website post.
As 7:00 p.m. approaches, I want to voice my hope to be able to rise early tomorrow and get away on a good, long walk. Today's mainly sunny weather led me to believe that we were in store for a sunny weekend, but I see now that some rain is expected over the next two days.
As long as it is not heavy, this ought not to deter me. Late this morning when I was watching T.V. with my brother, I actually felt unusually alive and capable of being able to have undertaken a walk.
I keep my weekend mornings free from T.V.-watching ─ on those two days, my brother has to rely upon the two weekend newspapers that I subscribe to for his morning entertainment when he enjoys his morning coffees. It is only on the weekdays that I sacrifice three or so hours on his behalf and operate our Android TV Box in order to spare him basic cable T.V. programming ─ he has no expertise with the Android TV Box.
He is also computer-ignorant, so he cannot sit and amuse or inform himself with one like most of the rest of the world are able to do.
But now ─ I herewith publish this post.
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