My younger brother was home ahead of 8;00 p.m. last evening ─ I never actually heard him arrive home and come into the house, however. I only heard the T.V. operating ─ no one else would have turned it on. I was busily engaged in the pursuit of iniquity.
Achieved, I was then to sit up in operation of our Android TV Box to locate an episode each of three of the T.V. series that we follow. I even had a can of regular-strength (5.5% alcohol) beer, resisting thoughts of having a second.
And it was shortly after 11:30 p.m. by the time I was into my bed.
I rose fairly early in the a.m. to work on the post I am developing at one of my six hosted websites ─ perhaps it was 4:30 a.m. or soon thereafter. I wasted little time with the website work in achieving my targetted quantity of content, and I was back in bed shortly after 6:00 p.m.
I napped in successive blocks, probably checking the time on three different occasions before finally rising just ahead of 9:00 a.m. My brother was downstairs watching T.V., but I had myself a bath before doing aught else ─ I wanted the remainder of my day to be cleared from the obligation.
As well, I hoped to sun in the afternoon, and I wanted the bath already behind me ─ the skin produces vitamin D from the Sun for as long as a couple of days following exposure to the proper Sun's rays, and I of late only bathe every four days.
To have bathed following my sunbath would have probably rinsed off the surface cholesterol involved in this conversion of the Sun's rays into vitamin D and thus mostly terminated the process. Thus, better to have a morning bath before any sunbathing.
I had a movie in mind for my brother and I once I joined him for T.V. at 10:00 a.m. ─ it turned out to be a wonderful choice. The movie was 2015's Saoirse Ronan feature Brooklyn. My brother is not much of a fan of her movies, but this one clearly held his attention. As well, we both love so-called historical dramas.
We actually watched T.V. unusually long before he sought some bed rest ere leaving for the afternoon. In fact, once he was into his room and I had changed into a pair of gym-style shorts and gone out into the backyard to sun, my start never began until two or three minutes beyond 2:00 p.m.
Challenged for time, I settled for just over 40 minutes while lounging low in a lawn- or deckchair and facing into the Sun. There would be no sunning of my back this time.
Alas, my brother must have been too anxious to do some weed-whacking in order to get away to involve himself in his daily drinking ─ he came out to where I was after I was barely half done my sunning, and began the intrusive chore.
After I came into the house, I took three candid photos through the living room window of him at work in the front yard ─ it was several minutes after 3:00 p.m.:
While I was seated here at my computer having my first meal of the day, he got on his way. Since he had only been in his bedroom for 20 minutes or so to rest before he became too anxious about performing the weed-whacking, I expect that he will be in poor shape this evening.
But whether I will manage to get to bed early this evening remains to be discovered ─ he will need to fail arriving home by 8;30 p.m. Or if he does show up earlier, then I will forsake him if he falls unconscious while we are watching any of our shows.
So we shall see.
It is now nearly 7:00 p.m., and I still have my day's scheduled exercising to tackle. I must close out this post here.
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