It was at least 9:30 p.m. when I retired last evening, and my younger brother was as yet not home from wherever he had bused to do his drinking with a couple of drinking buddies he was to hook up with at a pub rendezvous.
My sleep was difficultly won, and I rose once around 11:00 p.m. to stroan. I knew that my brother would be up at that point if he was home, so I was cautious about exiting my bedroom. After doing so, I could see him downstairs in the darkened living room apparently intent on whatever he was watching on T.V.
Concerning my use of the word "stroan", I have been privy to that word since the early 1970s ─ I used to study dictionaries back then.
Here is one definition:
To STRONE, Sᴛʀᴏᴀɴ, v. n. " To spout forth as a water pipe," Gl. Sibb. [Glossary by Mr James Sibbald]; also, to urine, synon. strule.The above was adapted from the very long-titled An etymological dictionary of the Scottish language; to which is prefixed, a dissertation on the origin of the Scottish language. New ed., carefully rev. and collated, with the entire suppl. incorporated reportedly published "1879-82".
Nae tawted tyke, tho' e'er sae duddie,
But he wad stan't, as glad to see him,
And stroan't on stane, an' hillocks wi' him.
Burns, iii. 2.
Sibb. refers to Teutonic stroom-en, fluere. But it has more resemblance to Islandic (or Icelandic) language streing-r, cataracta, fluvii fluxus fortior, G. Andr. ; or to stroningum, sparsim, Verel.
Sᴛʀᴏɴᴇ, Scottish. The act of urinating copiously.
Anyway, after obtaining my relief, I returned to bed and never checked the time again until something like 2:20 a.m., at which I hurriedly rose to put further work into the post I am developing at one of my six hosted websites.
I think that it was 5:30 a.m. when I returned to bed. However, I did not do so until I had set out the red gift bag containing two different brand bottles of Scotch whisky that was my younger brother's birthday present ─ today is his 68th birthday.
He would rise to find the gift awaiting him on the dining table downstairs. I had failed to get him a birthday card, so I had settled for writing on the label or tag that was attached to the bag's drawcord, wishing him a happy birthday with love from myself and my wife.
When I later rose towards 9:00 a.m., he was downstairs watching T.V., but I waited upstairs here at my computer before joining him around 10:00 a.m. to put our Android TV Box into action.
We generally watch T.V. until around 1:00 p.m., and then my brother seeks some bed rest ere taking off for the afternoon to end up drinking somewhere.
Since today is his birthday, will that betoken another late evening for him, and an early bedtime for me? I can but wait and learn what befalls. No dout, it will be no secret that this is his special day, so he may well be getting some free drinks out of it at the very least.
When I rose this early a.m., it was lightly raining outside, and that carried on through most or even all of the morning. An afternoon drying trend ensued, and as of the early evening there has been considerable sunshine.
But I know nothing of what is predicted for the morrow.
I have some photos that I would like to post now, beginning with the collage that Google Photos created just today from three photos that were taken on this date back in 2012:
These are the three original photos. The visiting couple are the lady in the rosy, flowery top, and the chap in the plaid shirt and shorts. The other visitor is the gal in black. My wife and her two sons are also visible in this first photo ─ they are at the far side of the table:
This is me with my wife's eldest son ─ the 25-year-old today is a rather heavily-muscled "gym rat".
It is already after 7:30 p.m. at present, and I have yet to undergo today's hydrogen peroxide nebulizer treatment with my Olieco portable nebulizer that I just acquired two days ago. This will be my second treatment.
The therapy is described in this recently-published (March 19, I think) five-page .pdf document titled An At-Home Treatment That Can Cure Any Virus, Including Coronavirus.
I am not specifically worried about COVID-19. Rather, my major concern has been the possible viral colonization within my left ear that occurred early last year when I fell victim to what I believe was a flu.
Ever since, the ear has felt plugged, and my hearing therefrom impaired ─ and that had always been my sharpest hearing ear!
So I am hoping that if a viral colonization is indeed at fault, eventual daily hydrogen peroxide treatments of about 15 minutes at a time will rid me of the problem.
With that explained, I had best get at it.
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