Doldrums

My dear wife did finally arrive home Wednesday evening ─ only I was home at the time. She pointedly observed that both of her sons had given the appearance of deliberately avoiding her (she had not been home in nigh a dozen days).

However, she was home the entirety of yesterday for us all to enjoy, so I had no opportunity to blog here.

Her presence over the past two evenings did not prevent me from getting to bed early in order to avoid entanglement with my younger brother, for I will not be bothered with him if he cannot arrive home by 8:30 p.m. from wherever he has been drinking. The odds are too great that he will be too completely addled with drink.

As well, I do not enjoy sitting up late, and I am the only one of us able to operate our Android TV Box to locate episodes of the T.V. series we follow in common.

Of course, I have been rising in the weest a.m. hours to put work into the post that must have taken me a month by now of labour at one of my six hosted websites, and I am still not done with it.

Today has been the second consecutive in which I have not sunned, for not only have clouds prevailed, but we have had some rain both today and yesterday.

It was rather nice having my wife home yesterday, I must say. And even though we are no longer intimate, there is some small comfort in having her present in bed with me.

But, she left us late this morning, perhaps to go and work at her friend's Thai restaurant ─ I don't know that for certain, but I suspect it is so. I am not expecting her back until after the weekend, though.

Such is our sorry marriage. And such is the sorry excuse of a man and husband that I am.

Perhaps it is apparent that I am not much in the mood to blog.

Actually, in recent weeks I am wondering if I may have to quit blogging or working on my websites ─ the area around the main joints of both of my thumbs burn all the time now, and often they will even ache. And so will other portions of my hands.

It is due to years and years of abominable hours day after day pounding on a computer keyboard. I have always been a 'heavy hitter' in that sense, and I just cannot seem to depart from the practice ─ especially if I am typing while agitated or hurrying.

I find that the hand pain sometimes even translates into gripping issues ─ sometimes I have almost dropped something I have picked up. There may be a sudden and unexpected jab of pain in one of my gripping hands, or else it will spasm involuntarily.

The truth is that so much of me has been deteriorating over the past decade that I find myself feeling like I ought to just give up on this miserable life of mine anymore. There seems no respite. I fully recover from none of these debilitations ─ I only seem to keep adding more to them.

Is this how it is to continue as I advance into my 70s? If so, then I want nothing to do with it.

I had best blog no further today.