I shall keep today's post quite brief.
My wife left for work around 3:00 p.m. this afternoon after essentially being home since Sunday evening; she probably won't be back again until at least tomorrow evening.
She undertook some gardening, as I reported in yesterday's post. Unfortunately, I now realize that she pulled up and discarded several squash plants that were growing from seeds I had simply cast about a couple or so months back.
There is only one survivor from that holocaust that was mostly deliberate, for the bulk of them were growing in a patch of her flower garden and I am sure she felt that they were quickly going to pose a threat to her blooms ─ even though the did not share that concern. After all, the vines that were still to come could have been husbanded and thereby controlled.
The seeds were from either a butternut or a spaghetti squash, and I've had them in my possession since keeping them from a purchased squash that was cooked up and eaten sometime back in 2018. I wasn't even sure the seeds were still viable.
I still have some more of the seeds remaining, I believe; but I suspect that it is now too late into the year to be directly planting any.
Oh, well.
The day has been mainly overcast. We had a wee bit of early morning rain that never seemed to leave a trace; and there was some further rain in the afternoon that did manage to wet things. It's so muggy and warm outside.
After my wife left, I finally had today's scheduled exercising out in the backyard tool shed before taking my day's first meal that has rather overburdened me. I had a rather late afternoon nap, but it was not as profound as I had intended.
However, that may be to my favour if my younger brother does not arrive home by 8:30 p.m. from wherever he is presently drinking, for I will not have aught to do with him if he is later than that ─ I will instead get to bed early.
I was in bed by 9:00 p.m. last evening, joining my wife who had gotten to bed well before merely to have a nap. I went to bed because my brother had just come home, so I was avoiding him.
Alas for my poor wife, she had an ill night of it.
I rose shortly after 1:00 a.m. to put work into the post I am constructing at one of my six hosted websites, and she soon rose as well. She had already been up for awhile, but in rising this second time she had a snack, and then she busied herself doing some straightening up of her wardrobe in our bedroom.
I was back in bed shortly after 4:00 a.m. when she had left the bedroom and gone downstairs. She soon also came to bed.
However, when I roused around 7:00 a.m., I realized that she was up yet again. I managed a little more sleep, rising just after 8:00 a.m. ─ my wife was downstairs seated on the chesterfield doing some sewing.
I remained here upstairs at my computer, but my brother was just emerging from his own bedroom and he then went downstairs to watch T.V. and drink coffee. I could hear them conversing about something; and then soon enough she apparently left and went off to do some shopping, I expect ─ most likely groceries.
By the time she returned, she looked most weary. She announced her intention to return to bed, and there she remained for the next few hours.
Poor girl.
Oh, dear ─ it is approaching 7:30 p.m. I must finish with this perfunctory post and have myself freed to get to bed should my brother fail to arrive home by 8:30 p.m., as I have already stated.
If he does show up by 8:30 p.m., then I will probably have to sit up late operating our Android TV Box to locate episodes of some of the T.,V. series we follow.
I just want to express here my admiration for my hardworking wife.
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