I am presently beginning this post at 3:40 a.m., for I rose around two hours ago after getting to bed well ahead of 9 p.m. last evening.
My younger brother had arrived home ahead of the unspoken 8:30 p.m. deadline that I have in place for him, so I was set to give him a trial insofar as concerned watching a few of our T.V. shows together ─ I was already watching an episode of one of the T.V. series I follow independently of him.
However, even before I had yet seen him as he entered the house and was removing his jacket and footwear, he drunkenly snarled out loud, "Turn it down!"
The reference was to the T.V. ─ it seems God had come home, and was laying down the law as to how conditions have to be for his Worship.
I was so infuriated that I could scarcely contain myself, and it is fortunate that my wife was home and busy in the kitchen, for my brother went there first to get himself a beer to add to his utter inebriation.
The two of them involved themselves in a discussion of the painting she had earlier done in the kitchen, as well as the supper fare she had prepared ─ the stove fan was in fact running on high, and creating a fair nose. Thus it was that no one heard me raging out loud there in the living room before I switched off the Android TV Box I had been using to watch my show, and then I left the T.V. on basic cable as I took my outrage upstairs to be away from the sot that my brother so regularly embraces becoming.
He was absolutely free to sit in the darkened living room all by himself for the remainder of the evening swilling beer to his miserable heart's content.
I had just finished drinking a can of the strong (8% alcohol) beer that I keep in supply, so that contributed to my furious indignation over my loutish feeble-brained brother.
I didn't waste too much time before betaking myself to bed. My wife already had the light on at her bedside, so I shut the door and retired with a bandana blindfold in place. Either my wife or one of her two sons had appropriated the bathroom just before I sought my bed, for I had come here to my computer after leaving the living room (I keep my computer in a small room immediately next to my bedroom), and I spent several minutes here as I fumed.
The can of beer ─ along with some other fluid that I had consumed related to my late supper ─ made it essential that I use 'the facilities' before I came to bed, so I risked use of my brother's en suite shower room to use the toilet there.
After I was to bed, my wife came into the bedroom at least three times in short order, fetching something or putting something away. I just lay silently with my bandana blindfold and bedding hiding most of my face.
It was difficult reigning in my upset at my brother, so I struggled with that for quite a while. And then further discomfort set in relating to the excess fluid I had recently consumed ─ I decided to use the toilet again to quell the building unease that would inevitably deter my approach to sleep.
The bathroom was still occupied by someone ─ my two stepsons can work in tandem to inconvenience me as thoroughly as is conceivably possible in the evenings, denying me use of that essential convenience. It can become so aggravating that I sometimes begin to accept that it is being done deliberately just to vex me.
And so once more, I had to sneak into my brother's bedroom and hope he was not suddenly inspired to come upstairs to seek his own relief.
I acquired my relief. Yet after returning to bed, sleep was still well removed from me; and in time, mounting disturbance of the kidney / bladder variety yet again compelled me to seek necessary relief. This time, fortunately, the bathroom was finally free.
However, I noticed that the only light on downstairs was in the boys' den area; and my computer room was also dark ─ my wife usually resorts to it in the latter evening, so it was unusual that she was not ensconced there. She must likely be with her two sons ─ she will often eat a lavish snack there with them.
Anyway, ultimately I was to manage to find sleep. And then came that point well past 1 a.m. awhile ago when I awakened enough to be curious on the time, and I decided then to rise. I had not brushed my teeth before retiring to bed, so I figured on doing that ─ my wife, who was probably shut up in this room by that time, would realize that I was up, and she would then vacate the room and begin readying for bed (she is as a rule a night owl).
So I opened my bedroom door and saw that the house was in darkness ─ the sole light that was on was my wife's bedside lamp. She was not home. She must have taken off for somewhere in the evening shortly after I had taken my retirement from my idiot brother and gone to bed.
And now here it is, 4:26 a.m., and I don't think I have time to work on the post I so badly want to complete at my new website. But I have to give it something of a go, so I am going to break from this post until later today when I ought to have something else to write about.
It is now past 7:30 p.m., so I must rush this post to a conclusion. I spent most of my 'free' time this afternoon working on my website post, but it is still days from completion.
First, I wanted to mention that early last evening, I watched the second season finale of Good Trouble. I'm no real fan of the series, for I cannot identify with any one of the characters, and I also find it hard to feel sympathetic for most of them.
However, in the finale, I did appreciate middle-aged character Dennis (played by actor Josh Pence) finally professing his love to overweight character Davia (played by actress Emma Hunton). In real life, there is an approximate nine years' difference in their ages, but I don't know what the spread is supposed to be in the series.
Frankly, not much else about the finale mattered too much to me ─ some of it seemed rather contrived.
I keep wondering what I would have done if I was close with someone overweight like Davia who was comparatively younger than I was when I was in my middle years?
Lastly, I want to say that I do very much love my brother, but the drunkard is someone else. This morning, I had my brother back.
Shortly after 10 a.m. I tuned in a 21-minute video titled "Human 2.0"? A Wake-up Call to the World featuring attractive Dr. Carrie Madej. I tuned it in through our Android TV Box, accessing it via one of the browser 'apps' I have downloaded into it, and specifically locating a copy of the video at BitChute.com such as this example.
She did a very good job of presenting to laypeople why we need to be far beyond just wary of the coming SARS-CoV-2 vaccines.
My brother watched the entire thing without complaint.
He headed off this early afternoon to catch a bus and hook up with one or two of his drinking buddies at a pub that is somewhat common grounds to each of them, and does not favour anyone insofar as getting to it. As a result, I do not expect him home until well after 9 p.m., so I shall be getting to bed early again.
However, my wife is due home at some point this evening, I believe. She had to work today at the Thai restaurant that employs her.
It is now after 8 p.m., so I must close down for today.
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