My younger brother was home last evening after I had emerged from the bathroom following a late bath. It was already approaching 8:45 p.m. and I had not yet supped, so I felt obliged to give him the benefit of any doubts as to his level of sobriety and thus to watch some T.V. with him.
I operate our T9 Android 8.1 TV Box to locate episodes of the various T.V. series we follow.
It was 9:00 p.m. before we began, so I was only willing to watch two shows, one of which runs just about an hour even commercial-free. Thus, it was almost 11:00 p.m. when I thereafter took my leave to go to bed.
I had planned to try and get away very early in the a.m. and get in a good, long walk; and to possibly also do some grocery shopping.
However, my supper had been larger than I meant it to be, for I was cleaning up two sets of leftovers that my wife had previously cooked for us on Friday. One dish was a fair quantity of her Thai curry ─ there was lots of heavy and spicy coconut milk that was like a thick paste because the pot containing it had been sitting in the fridge.
I think the supper probably demanded much of my body's available fluid during my night in bed, for when I checked the time toward 4:00 a.m. and decided to get up, I felt myself to be in the grip of a state of hangover. Perhaps my brain had been deprived of adequate liquid for too long because of the claims being made by the digestion I was undergoing.
Whatever the case, I felt quite unpleasant, and almost possessed of a headache.
I worked on the post that I was to publish later in the day at one of my six hosted websites, and as 6:00 a.m. approached ─ the time I felt I should be venturing forth on my outing ─ I had to accept that I was in no condition for it. Something was very much off with me.
So I resigned myself to remaining home, and I put some further work into the website post before finally returning to my bed a little after 8:00 a.m., quite despondent at this disappointing turn for me. At times, it had been very lightly raining since the arrival of day.
It was about two hours later when I rose anew, by which time my brother had risen and was downstairs watching some T.V.
I still felt off my game, and I seemed to be excessively overexercised ─ my degree of bodily stiffness and even pain was disheartening, for I had a session of exercising scheduled for the backyard toolshed. The joints of my shoulders and knees and even at the bases of both of my thumbs were hurting far more than they usually do on my low ebb days.
I was to eventually get the website post published at my website Thai-Iceland: Iceland Trip Advisor.
The day was mainly cloudy, but the threat of rain had receded. Around 1:00 p.m. or so, my brother betook himself to his bedroom for further rest ere he would later leave to eventually begin his drinking somewhere anew.
But after he was shut up in his bedroom for his rest, I decided to attempt the shed exercising, although I first had to try and do my best to loosen or limber up. But at least I got through it.
However, I have had occasion to wonder if perhaps whatever is amiss with me might relate to some manner of systemic infection, whether bacterial or otherwise. It is certainly possible, and would explain why my joints almost everywhere seem especially stiff and even somewhat sore.
It would also explain why my head ─ brain ─ also doesn't feel right.
In other words, I might actually be a little ill with something.
Anyway, I came into the house from the shed and found that my brother had already risen and left for the afternoon.
I had my day's first meal, and then I was soon back in bed for some further needed sleep. This time, I was in bed for over 70 minutes, and managed quite a deep nap within that while.
Even so, I am not my normal self. My eyes are unusually frail today. In fact, I have felt so subpar that I have been experiencing considerable despair along with the despondence. It even occurred to me today that if I had to try and survive some state of calamitous collapse, it would not be worth the struggle. I would prefer to just yield and perish and be done with this miserable existence that is my life.
While I have been working on this post early into my evening, I began suspecting that the sound I was hearing of a lawnmower at work might actually be in our yard, so I went downstairs to check.
Sure enough ─ my eldest stepson was busy, despite the gloomy day.
I took the following three photos of him at 6:42 p.m. through the living room window ─ the glare is because even though the Sun is not visible, it is directly out there. Had the day been clear, a photo would not have been possible due to the overwhelming glare of sunshine:
If I was not expecting my younger brother home at any point from this time on, I find that I am in the mood for not only some beer, but even a sentimental Christmas movie to enjoy the beer with.I shall withstand both urges, however, and just watch the usual programming that I would pursue.
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