My younger brother was home by perhaps 7:50 p.m. last evening from wherever he had been drinking. He was to prove himself in relatively sensible condition, so I ended sitting up with him and operating our T9 Android 8.1 TV Box to watch an episode each of three of the T.V. series we follow ─ however, first he had to wait until an episode of another series that I follow on my own had played out, for I had just tuned it in.
My wife arrived home around mid-evening or soon thereafter following her day working at her friend's Thai restaurant. She was to actually precede me to bed; and so it was that I was able to get to bed directly around 11:50 p.m. when my bedtime officially arrived. Usually, she remains up well into the a.m.
I had consumed a stiff shot of vodka and a can of strong (8% alcohol) beer over the evening, and I believe that it must have adversely affected me overnight with a bit of a hangover. I was so disinclined to rise early this morning that I remained in bed until maybe 7:30 a.m. instead of rising earlier to put in research groundwork for a new post I am going to begin setting up at one of my six hosted websites.
Nevertheless, I was able to perform most of that preliminary research, and I will likely be able to get the post begun early tomorrow. These posts typically take me at least three weeks of work before I can finally publish one.
We had no rain today, but there seemed to be more cloud in the sky than clear blue and sunshine.
I began to think that my wife might be home for the entire day. In the early afternoon I sought a short nap; and when I rose soon after 3:00 p.m., she was newly finished with a shower and possible hair-washing.
Then well before 4:00 p.m., she left on her drive to return to the restaurant. Had she not gone, I was resigned to skipping today's scheduled exercising.
That exercising is still ahead of me, so I must soon depart this post for today in order to get in that physical activity before my brother shows up, if by chance he manages to get home early once again. Already, my evening has arrived.
I took a couple of candid photos of my wife early this afternoon at 1:28 p.m. while she was checking out a container of plants that is set into the midst of a plot of garden in our front lawn ─ the two candid photos were taken through our living room window:
As yet, I had not pursued my short nap.
My wife would be displeased if she knew that I had taken these relatively unflattering shots of her.
Yesterday I somehow missed noticing that Google Photos had that day created a collage of some photos that she had taken two years earlier during a trip she had made to Italy to visit a sister of hers who makes that country her home:
The original photos follow ─ the selfie is of course a photo of my wife:
The tower is St Mark's Campanile (bell tower), and that is St Mark's Basilica just beyond its base. The long structure at the left in that photo, and more apparent in the photo preceding it, is the Procuratie Vecchie (Old Procuracies). Apparently the entire area there is called Piazza San Marco or St. Mark's Square.
I have only now just researched this ─ I knew none of this.
And now I must sign off for this time.
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