The sole purpose of this post was to have a link at which I would be able to display the partial screenshot image below into a support forum where I was submitting a problem report concerning a WordPress plugin called Easy Footnotes.
To be honest, I thought that I had posted that screenshot into my private blog where no one would see it. Only around 2 a.m. in the early darkness of today, Tuesday, October 13 (2020), did I notice that I had made the post into my public blog, so I now feel that I must at least add some description of my Thanksgiving Day (October 12) ─ I was otherwise not making a post that day.
I will begin by mentioning that on my October 11th 71st birthday, I had gone to bed early that evening ─ just ahead of 8:45 p.m., I believe ─ right after seeing that my younger brother was arriving home from wherever he had been drinking.
I have an 8:30 p.m. curfew in place for him that he is unaware of; if he is even a minute late in arriving home, I will not risk his condition. Had he made the curfew, then I would have operated our Android TV Box and sat up into the midnight hour watching episodes of a few of the numerous T.V. series we follow.
With that said, I do admit that I also do not enjoy sitting up late, so that 8:30 p.m. curfew is doubly to my benefit. It gives me motivation and a point in time to get to bed ─ I retire as soon as possible upon seeing him arriving home, for it would not do to have any association with him.
My wife had gone a little earlier that October 11 evening to a birthday party her friend (and employer) was throwing for the woman's husband ─ he shares my birth date, albeit he is likely a couple of decades younger than I.
My wife had professed annoyance at not being invited to this event until a phone call came to her around 4:45 p.m., but she accepted the invitation nonetheless. I declined to accompany her, however.
I was to get some sleep, but I was awake enough during the midnight hour of Thanksgiving Day to decide to rise and come here to my computer to perform some work. At least one of my two stepsons was still up.
And then around 2:15 a.m., I heard one of the lads leave the house and drive away. By this time I had declined as was set to return to bed, but I finished up what I was doing and was back in bed by around 2:45 a.m. after locking the front door and turning off the kitchen light.
At 3 a.m., I could hear my wife volubly speaking with her son, and then she came into the bedroom. I had my bandana blindfold on, so she had no reason to believe that I was awake. Yet she kept talking rather loudly.
She was clearly drunk; and apparently twice she had to resort to the bathroom to engage some vomiting. When finally she was into bed, I softly observed that she appeared to have had fun.
The poor girl acknowledged her state, and even admitted that she had summoned her eldest son to come and get her from her friend's home (the younger lad had actually driven her there); and then suddenly she declared that she was hungry, and was going to go downstairs to the kitchen to fix up something to eat ─ did I want to join her?
Of course I did not, but I had to marvel at how she could possibly be hungry and wanting to eat after just finishing throwing up twice. I even warned that she might be running the risk of a third episode.
However, it seems that all was to proceed without aught untoward.
Note that I had earlier come across three E-mails someone at the party had sent to her ─ two of the messages contained a photo apiece, while the third had a five-second video clip.
That latter had arrived at 10:26 p.m.:
My wife is the tall woman at the right waving the pestle, while the hostess is the shorter woman next to my wife, and who is at the centre of that group of three.
Although the two photos arrived at 10:28 and 10:29 p.m. that Thanksgiving evening, they were evidently taken at 10:18 p.m.:
My wife is only in the first photo ─ the woman at the far right looking at her cellphone screen.
I have since seen at least 30 photos posted into my wife's Facebook account, yet not one of them contains even one male presence. So wherever the husbands or boyfriends of these ladies were, they kept their distance from the kitchen and the carrying on that was happening there.
All of this took place the evening of October 11, my birthday. It was not lost on me how important it seemed for my wife to be rushing off to celebrate the birthday of the husband of her friend and employer, while leaving her own husband here at home on his own birthday. Certainly, my two stepsons were home too, but we don't 'hang out'. They basically remain in their den area, while I do similarly in the darkened living room, watching some T.V. and keeping an eye out for the homecoming of my inebriated younger brother.
Yesterday ─ that is, Thanksgiving Day, October 12 ─ was fairly wet. And as I type these words now at 3:39 a.m. on Tuesday, October 13, it has been raining since I rose around 1:18 a.m. after yet another early evening.
My wife was home all of yesterday. She rose once around 11 a.m. and came downstairs to the kitchen while my brother and I were watching a movie I had tuned in via our Android TV Box, but she smartly returned to the bedroom for further sleep, not emerging again until after 3 p.m.
She even returned to bed later in the afternoon for a couple or so hours.
We hardly spoke with one another. I made a few attempts, but got only the briefest of aloof responses. She of her own volition never ventured a word to me.
When I rose earlier this a.m., she was still up, probably having logged in sufficient bedtime over the day. She was in fact shut up here in the small room where I keep my computer, so I went directly downstairs and watched the tail end of a T.V. show I had to abandon a couple of evenings ago in order to avoid my brother who was newly arriving home after his 8:30 p.m. deadline.
My wife twigged to the fact that I was now up and watching T.V., so she vacated this room (a small room immediately adjacent to our bedroom) and went downstairs to the kitchen ─ probably for some water to have by her bedside. But she said nothing to me where I sat there in the living room watching that bit of T.V.
She got what she wanted in the kitchen, and then went back upstairs and to bed.
However, I am now encroaching in this narrative upon the early hours of Tuesday, October 13 ─ this post was created on Thanksgiving Day, October 12. Thus, my edit for that day will cease here.
I only want to note that the movie my brother and I watched during the latter morning of Thanksgiving Day was the 2017 feature Flatliners. We rather enjoyed it.
What I did not expect was that the seemingly lead character Courtney (played by actress Ellen Page whose name and face are unfamiliar to me) was to get 'killed off' ─ the only one of the main characters who was to meet that fate.
As the move was reaching its conclusion, I rather anticipated one of those negative endings where none of the main characters were going to survive the movie, but happily that was not to be the case.
Nina Dobrev played one of those characters ─ it was nice to see the beauty again, looking a little more mature than when she had a lead role in the T.V. series The Vampire Diaries.
I noticed an actor (Brad Mitchoff) with a bit role in the movie is also a recurring character in a T.V. series I watch called Good Trouble.
I have never seen the T.V. series The Fosters from which Good Trouble was spun from as a sequel ─ I may give it a shot. I find myself quite attracted to actress Cierra Ramirez.
Well, I oughtn't to sit up much longer ─ it is already 4:38 a.m.
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