The opportunity presented itself for me to get to bed early last evening ─ my younger brother had not arrived home by the unspoken 8:30 p.m. deadline that I have set for him. I will no longer sit up operating our Android TV Box if we have not begun watching T.V. by 8:30 p.m. because it results in too late an evening for me.
I need ─ prefer ─ to rise early in the a.m., whereas my brother often doesn't rise until mid-morning.
I don't recall that I heard him arrive home at all, and I was likely to bed by 9:15 p.m. at latest.
However, I had not actually gotten in to bed; rather, I was fully clothed and lying atop it with my eyes covered with a bandana blindfold ─ it was far too hot to be under any sort of covering.
I initially had some trouble sleeping because I kept anticipating that my wife might be arriving home after working the day at her friend's Thai restaurant. However, she never did show up.
She typically spends her weekends somewhere in Vancouver ─ such is our sorry marriage ─ and had not been home since late Friday morning when she left for work.
Even so, I had texted her quite late last afternoon to report that we were about $423 short for the monthly mortgage that was due to be debited from our chequing account sometime today; she had acknowledged this, and I expected that she would take some action to remedy the shortfall ─ maybe even text or phone her eldest son to make a contribution, since he and his younger brother pay no true rent here.
However, the younger lad had contributed $600 back around July 9 or 10 to make up for his lack of help on the annual property taxes that had to be paid at the start of the month.
Yet last evening, I went to my bed without any approach from the older lad.
I got whatever sleep that was possible for me until I was sufficiently alert into the latter half of the midnight hour to wonder on the time. Upon seeing just what the time was, I got myself up ─ I had work to put in on the post I am creating at one of my six hosted websites.
My brother's bedroom light was on ─ still visible beneath his closed bedroom door. He had evidently not retired to his bedroom too very much earlier.
I was to remain up until at least 4:30 a.m. before returning to bed, throughout wondering if my wife was going to be showing up ─ she could have gotten involved in some partying after work and still be coming home.
But it didn't happen.
Fortunately, I had $250 remaining in an account from my income tax refund, so I transferred that over into the chequing account. Even so, the chequing account was still short by $173 to make the required mortgage payment. Thankfully, I had seen that my wife had $203 in her own account, so I transferred out $175 of that, and afterwards texted her to let her know.
The mortgage would be met, but I was now broke ─ and I will probably remain so until my monthly pension income shows up sometime next week.
A commonplace tale for me, alas. It is so discouraging.
Anyway, despite my 4:30 a.m. proper return to bed (I undressed this time), I got up and dressed at what I thought was approximately 8:30 a.m. It was only after I came here to my computer that I discovered that it was only 7:30 a.m.
So back to bed I went for better than another hour.
I sleep so abominably.
My brother never rose until just after 9 a.m., but I waited until 10 a.m. before joining him in the living room to put our Android TV Box into action. I had a documentary in mind to begin our morning viewing with ─ the 2017 feature titled What Happened in Vegas?
It was to run for 1½ hours, but my brother never complained, clearly finding it deeply interesting. I had found links to sources for it through the Cinema HD 'app' that I have downloaded into our Android TV Box.
The documentary basically concludes with the observation or admonition that we always end up with the people we have primarily voted for. And I would add that the apathetic who couldn't be bothered to vote deserve whomever comes into power over them.
We were to watch an episode of Shadowhunters thereafter, which finished around 12:40 p.m. And to my delighted surprise, my brother was then prepared to retire to his bedroom to rest up for his daily afternoon outing.
This freed me up to get an early start on my sunning, for it was another hot day. I put in just over 40 minutes sunning my back on the backyard sundeck as I lay prone upon a pad while I wore my gym-style shorts. Then I took a break to have my day's first rather light meal.
My brother emerged from his room while I was eating, and then he soon enough left.
It was 2:36 p.m. when I resumed sunning, this time sunk low in a lawn- or deckchair as I faced into the Sun for just over 30 minutes, my bared feet on the lawn.
A short nap was required after I returned into the house; and then I got to work on a post in my private blog.
It is approaching 8 p.m. right now, so I must halt blogging for the day. I am confident that my wife will be home later this evening. Even so, I will be to bed if my brother has not shown up by 8:30 p.m.
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