I am posting solely to record my villainy, for at present it is 7:51 p.m., and I am also undergoing my third nebulizer hydrogen peroxide therapy treatment in as many days ─ I am trying to undergo the experience once daily.
I should have sought a nap when my wife left for work very shortly after 3:00 p.m. ─ or at least, I should have sought the nap after the sunning session I underwent upon her departure. I sat outside slouched low in a lawn- or deckchair while I was clad in just a pair of gym-style shorts, and facing directly toward the Sun. The session began at 3:16 p.m. and ran for just over 40 minutes.
But instead of coming into the house to nap as I should have...well, I did not.
I did eventually nap, but not until toward 5:30 p.m., or maybe even after. It was something like 6:44 p.m. when I thereafter checked the time and rose from what had been a deep and required slumber.
I then had my day's second hot caffeinated beverage ─ far too late into the day. I also robbed myself of the day's scheduled full exercise session, engaging just half of it.
I am grateful to my wife and both stepsons, for when she showed up last evening after working at her friend's Thai restaurant, she had with her a birthday card for my younger brother. I had only gotten him his usual gift of booze.
Reportedly her youngest son had texted her to buy the card ─ and he was probably enlisted by his older brother, for early in the week I had mentioned to the older lad that my brother's 68th birthday was nigh.
They included something in the card, but I do not know just what. Perhaps it was only something like lottery tickets; or maybe it was a government liquor store gift card ─ that latter would be of definite use to him.
He was quite drunk when the presentation was made, but I think he was not immune to the gesture. He later mentioned to me in a somewhat maudlin state that his daughter never reached out to him with even so much as a text ─ he griped that she had clearly forgotten that it was his birthday, inferring of course that he wasn't important enough for her to bother remembering it.
I never vouchsafed a comment ─ it was best to let the topic drop.
I should have asked him today when he was sober if he had yet heard from her, but I failed to do so.
Okay, it is 8:15 p.m. and my peroxide treatment is behind me. I shall now indulge in some supper, and perhaps have an early evening if my brother is late in coming home. However, I do confess that I wouldn't mind doing some drinking.
But I wish to get away early in the morning to do some grocery shopping ─ a round trip hike of 5.625 miles. I will need to not be burdened with anything like a hangover.
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