Despite what I claimed here yesterday, I did not retire to bed early last evening when my younger brother did not arrive home by 8:30 p.m.
I had claimed that even 8:31 p.m. was too late as far as I am concerned ─ I would not sit up with him and operate our Android TV Box to locate episodes of some of the T.V. series we follow.
Well, it was approximately 8:34 p.m. when I saw him arriving.
However, at that time, my wife was occupying our bedroom ─ I had no refuge to which I could escape association with my brother. Had she not been home and in the bedroom, I would have held to my resolution.
Fortunately, he was to prove to be in unexpectedly good shape insofar as his drinking was concerned, so it did work out for the best. But I was to not get to bed until at least midnight, by which time my wife had preceded me.
I was to sleep ill, and in what seemed exceptionally short periods even for me. Nevertheless, I compelled myself to remain abed until in the neighbourhood of 7:00 a.m. before finally rising to put work into the post I am developing at one of my six hosted websites.
I also wanted to try and get the day's scheduled exercising out of the way as soon as possible, for it involved activity out in the backyard toolshed. If I could clear that obligation out of the way, then I would be free to have my day's first meal earlier than usual. Also, I just don't like always having to deal with the toolshed workout in the afternoon.
To that end, I boiled up some water in order to have a cup of hot, black instant coffee.
I was to have the exercise, but even though I skipped working out at all yesterday, I felt myself to be overtrained. In addition, my shoulder joints severely felt punished, and limited me in the performance of one specific exercise because they were clearly being threatened with potential damage.
They bother me still.
But it was good to be done with the workout.
My brother never appeared from his bedroom until after 9 a.m.
And then after I had gone downstairs not 10 minutes ahead of 10 a.m. to put on water to boil for my day's first fully-doctored hot caffeinated beverage (and to then join my brother for some T.V. via our Android TV Box), my wife came downstairs complaining that she couldn't sleep ─ and looking the full proof of that claim, poor thing.
She would have to leave us later in the morning for her rather long drive to put in a day's work at her friend's Thai restaurant.
However, she did some cooking for the household before she went back upstairs to shower.
And I do not expect to be seeing her again until probably at least Monday ─ she tends to spend her weekends somewhere in Vancouver (such is our poor marriage).
Yesterday and today have been mostly cloudy, so I have not felt obligated to be doing any sunning. Yet this morning was the only time we have had any needed rain ─ we had a shower of sufficient duration to generally wet everything. This was just before I had my toolshed exercise.
I understand that the weekend is supposed to be sunny once more.
Anyway, back to my morning watching T.V. with my brother.
We watched an episode of America's Got Talent; and then he surprised me by announcing that he was going out to get a haircut. It was only around 11:30 a.m.
This was very good for me. It meant that I no longer had to waste time watching T.V. with my brother (I am the only one of us who understands the operation of our Android TV Box).
So I had my meal; and then ere it was yet 12:30 p.m., I was back into bed seeking a nap. I needed it. Earlier ─ right around 10 a.m. when I was first watching T.V. with my brother ─ I had to weather the beginnings of a migraine aura or halo.
The swirling didn't develop above my lower field of vision, fortunately, and may not have lasted more than 15 or 20 minutes. However, it has left me feeling subpar. My nap was not as restorative as I need, so I am very much hoping to be able to get to bed early this evening.
My brother left just around 2 p.m. for the afternoon, so it will be good for me if he fails to show up until after his unspoken 8:30 p.m. curfew or deadline. That will give me leave to get to bed early.
My wife phoned me at 3:23 p.m., but I happened to be outside checking a section of our flower garden and never heard her ring. It was only later when I saw that a text from her had arrived at 4:06 p.m.
I didn't return her call, for I supposed that the text basically covered what she wanted to convey ─ mainly, that a pot in the fridge contained a soup that she wanted me to know about for my supper.
So I acknowledged this with a reply.
I want to stop blogging for today ─ my eyes are in the most direly poor condition, and that migraine aura has left me with a vague headache that is compounded when I bend over. The pressure in my skull is most unpleasant.
However, I want to post four photos that I took this afternoon while I was outside missing my wife's phone call.
We have a small rose bush that isn't much more than eight inches tall and which has struggled for several years to survive. I think that I have taken photos if the wee thing every year since my wife planted it.
Well, this year it has currently produced three lovely red blooms, and I see another bud bursting to soon open:
I derive some joy from such small matters as this.
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