I suppose that my wife left last afternoon to work the latter part of the day at the Thai restaurant that employs her. I retired ahead of 9 p.m. when I heard my younger brother newly arrived home and putting the wheelie bins out at curbside for today's pick up.
My wife was not yet home. And after I eventually managed some sleep, it was around 12:44 a.m. when I was awake enough to be curious upon the time, and so I then rose ─ as ever, I would anon be at work here at my computer involving myself in several pursuits. My wife was home, but apparently had resisted coming into the bedroom and potentially disturbing my sleep.
My involvements overnight consumed more time than I intended, and so it was at least 5:15 a.m. before I was back into bed.
Yesterday I wrote that it can be quite pleasant having my wife home, but today that appreciation wore thin. I will explain very shortly.
First though, I want to mention joining my brother at the T.V. just after 10 a.m. this morning, and soon putting our Android TV Box into action, leading off with an early-November interview I had lined up for us to get around to watching.
The interview is available on YouTube, but that platform is draconian with censorship and might delete the copy my brother and I watched, so I will link to one at BitChute ─ there are other copies available there, but this copy should endure: Dr. Reiner Fuellmich: Crimes Against Humanity.
I hope that this worthy lawyer and all of the others involved in similar planned legal actions manage to start throwing back the tyranny of the lying health authourities who continually impose their will over us by perpetuating the false COVID-19 pandemic. People like B.C.'s foul provincial health officer Bonnie Henry and her federal counterpart Theresa Tam have to be stopped ─ and I hope, rigidly punished for their parts in this horrendous life-ruining worldwide hoax.
Now returning to my wife, she was soon to rise because she had an 11:40 a.m. medical appointment, so she left here around 11:20 a.m. on her drive to keep it.
She was back home near the expiration of the noon hour and was soon preparing herself her breakfast. At the time, it occurred to me that I should retrieve the nutritional supplements that I would be taking with my day's first repast, but I decided to postpone the bother since I was not yet set to eat anything ─ I had a little exercise I wanted to clear away first out in the backyard toolshed.
That failure to access my supplements proved a mistake.
Before I knew it, my wife returned to bed, effectively barring me from access to my supplements ─ I keep them in the bedroom.
Time passed. I couldn't even nap, and I wanted one.
My brother left afoot before mid-afternoon to catch a bus in order to rendezvous with a couple of drinking buddies at a tavern, so I was able to resort to his bed, lying fully clothed with a light comforter pulled over me.
I did not nap anywhere near as well as I would have in my own bed, but it served.
Yet my wife was still shut up in our bedroom.
I finally had to break down and fetch myself a hunk of old cheddar cheese, and a small raw carrot and apple as my sole first meal of the day.
She never emerged from our bedroom until maybe 4:30 p.m., if not later. Her presence here this afternoon had cost me my full scheduled roster of exercising, and it was looking as if I was not going to be posting here in this blog, either.
However, she quickly got ready and at 5 p.m. or so she left us ("us" being her two adult sons and I). I don't know where she went, but I suspect that she will likely not be home again too early this evening. For all I know, she may have gone to work again.
It is not easy for me to find the drive to exercise anymore. I am 71 years old, and the sessions I engage which I deem to be important are definitely strenuous. Thus, I must feel rested; and I also need to tackle them before I have eaten an incapacitating meal, but before I have grown so darned hungry that I have no energetic resources with which to inspire exercise.
The full availability of my afternoons are definitely crucial on all counts, so having my wife home and not away to work can be effectively crippling of my routine. In addition, I cannot exercise without full privacy.
Only some of my exercising can be done out in that toolshed. Other exercises are performed here in the house, for some require me to strip right down to my undershorts in order to apply blood flow restriction bands.
I cannot exercise once I have eaten ─ meals oppress me, and my day's first meal almost always requires me to seek a nap in the afternoon. I practice intermittent fasting, and do not even take in any calories whatsoever until after midway through the noon hour.
That point in time is when I will have my day's first delicious hot caffeinated beverage, a concoction that is extremely sustaining and forestalls the need for an actual meal for another couple or so hours, giving me the time to start exercising.
But if I am unable to tackle any exercise in that first couple or so hours after that beverage has been enjoyed, I will need to have my day's first meal and seek a nap, for I always need one due to having sat up for most of the night's a.m. hours.
I do love my wife, and she can be a pleasant presence indeed. However, she spends her weekends somewhere in Vancouver (such is our sorry marriage), and I am not often privy to any degree in her comings and goings when she is home during the week (which is primarily because we are so very much nearer to the restaurant where she works part-time).
So this afternoon's experience became an imposition as far as I was concerned ─ one entirely for her personal convenience. For all I know, she slept away the afternoon in order to make possible a long evening of 'night owling'. (A peril of having a far younger wife.)
I do not like the trend this post has taken ─ it is best that I abandon any further record for today.
Well ... she has just arrived back home at 6:40 p.m.
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