Well, I made a realization about myself last evening when I saw my younger brother arriving home at something like 8:28 p.m. He had beaten the unspoken 8:30 p.m. deadline that I have in place for him, but I suddenly realized that I am no longer interested in chancing close calls with him.
It just doesn't seem to matter how early he gets home from wherever he has been drinking ─ he simply cannot sustain full consciousness during that first episode of anything that I might tune in for us to watch via our Android TV Box.
And so seizing upon that thought, I quickly shut things down there in the living room and hustled myself upstairs for an exceptionally early bedtime. A quick stop in the bathroom, and I was into bed by 8:32 p.m.
Unfortunately, he had shown up just as I was finishing my supper, and as a consequence I retired with a freshly filled stomach. Sleep was to prove a long ways off, and my brother rarely retires ahead of midnight ─ I had at least 3½ hours ahead of me before I would be able to rise to put some work into the very first post I am working on for the new version of my website Thai-Iceland.com. As I revealed in yesterday's post, the earliest a.m. hours of the night are when I manage to be able to work unimpeded upon my websites, so it has almost become imperative that I retire early in my evenings.
Of course I did not have to lay awake throughout. As I have also identified in recent posts, I reach a point in bed where I succumb to what must be akin to an exhaustive state, and I lapse into unconsciousness. Even laying in bed and suffering sleeplessness, eventually the point can be arrived at where one will finally succumb to some welcome oblivion.
When I found myself awake after the passage of an apparent stretch of unawareness, I found the time to be well beyond 1 a.m. ─ possibly even just after 1:30 a.m. And when I rose, I found the house in darkness ─ even both of my stepsons had retired for the night.
These nocturnal work sessions always begin with me first dealing with accumulated E-mails, and becoming invested in doing this can consume considerable time. And so it was that by the time I had ultimately finished all that I felt I wanted to do overnight, it was well past 5 a.m. when I made my return to bed.
It had been lightly raining outside, incidentally.
Once I was to sleep, it was not for particularly long; and in fact, I may have had a couple of blocks of sleep before finding myself awake enough to be checking the time at 8 a.m. Initially I considered trying for just a little further sleep, but then I remembered that I had wanted to have an early bath (I only bathe once every four or so days, as a rule).
First, though, I came here to my computer to top up work on my website's post. My brother had just finished a shower, and soon enough emerged from his bedroom to go downstairs to watch some T.V. and drink instant coffee. My youngest stepson had already been up, for he had to work today, and he soon enough left for his place of employment approximately a mile from here.
I had my bath; and then at about 10 a.m., I went downstairs to join my brother and put our Android TV Box to work, leaving off with a rather provocative video just over a dozen minutes in duration titled The Darkest Winter. That link is to a BitChute.com source, but there are others there to search for if the link should fail, and even more that can be found elsewhere.
Unfortunately, the avowed purpose of the video was far from met, for it provided absolutely no answers or solutions to ensuring the safety of the viewers' loved ones if this "Darkest Winter" is indeed about to descend.
On a somewhat related theme, we were to later watch the fifth episode of the final season of Game of Thrones ─ a very bleak extended episode titled "The Bells" detailing the wanton destruction of Kings Landing by an apparently mad Daenerys riding atop her final remaining dragon, burning alive as many human beings as she possibly could. It didn't matter that uncountable numbers of children were among them.
But at least I finally got to see the finish of Cersei, and her ridiculously useless, incestuously lovesick brother Jaime. I had thought in recent episodes that he was developing into a respectable character as a man, but his inability to separate himself from his murderous sister was too disgusting for me to handle. They both had to go ─ they were a blight.
Daenerys has to go, too. She has gotten to be too petulantly much for my liking ─ an arrogant little selfish witch. There is no forgiving of the death toll she racked up in Kings Landing. I imagine that the remaining episodes will have to deal with a conflict that must now occur between her and Jon Snow, for there are no more 'enemies' to battle.
But on to other matters, for it is presently approaching 8 p.m.
The rains held off until the latter afternoon, but they seem to have abated again.
My brother left via foot before quite mid-afternoon to catch a bus and rendezvous with one or more of his drinking buddies at a pub, so he will definitely be unlikely to arrive back home until well after 9 p.m., affording me another opportunity to have an early evening.
I doubled down today on that website post, adding the equivalent of another night's work to the post this afternoon, and so I have in effect performed two days' effort. This brings me that much closer to the post's publication date, although I still do not expect to be performing that publication until after the 21st. But we shall see.
I want to catch some T.V. with a little supper, so I am going to bring this post to a close. I rather suspect that my wife is going to be showing up this evening.
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