For several days now, I have found myself feeling almost always chilly ─ and it's a damp sort of chilly. Yet we haven't had it cold enough around here for frost in a week or so. I'm finding the relentless sensation darned annoying.
I expect that the cause is the ongoing wet weather. We never reach 10º C (50º F) as a daytime high, and there always seems to be at very least a breeze out there. That chilly damp air is coming in through the various open windows and keeping the atmosphere within the house distinctly on the uncomfortable side.
And now we've been issued a wind warning ─ lovely.
My wife had to work today at her friend's Thai restaurant, so around 10:15 a.m. I carried out some baggage to her car (in a light rain) that she would be taking, for she tends to spend her weekends elsewhere ─ somewhere in Vancouver, as a rule. (Such is our sorry marriage.)
When I retired last evening shortly after 9 p.m. (she was in her sons' den area, having a meal with them there, as she often does), it occurred to me that I would miss having her around because she has been quite pleasant and sociable where I have been concerned. Too often, she is surly and withdrawn, and I wish at those times that she was just not present ─ she is an impediment for me when she is in that state. My routine becomes impossible. So not only do I get little accomplished, I have her malignancy to endure as well.
At least when she is in better spirits, I find myself of a more optimistic nature as well, and I am much more able to cope with having my routine disrupted.
Anyway, after getting to bed last evening ─ I was fully clothed, and only covered over with a blanket, for I planned to be getting up in the earliest a.m. to do some work overnight here at my computer ─ I heard my younger brother arriving home from wherever he had been drinking.
I did not sleep too well at all; and well after midnight when I was about to rise, my wife chose to come to bed. So I lay as I was with my bandana blindfold in place, and waited until after she had turned out the light and settled in.
I then rose, and extended my desire for her to have pleasant dreams; and when she responded hopefully over that conclusion coming to pass, she then explained that the previous night, she was unable to sleep until around 4 a.m. I did notice that night that she was frequently exiting the bedroom to go into the bathroom.
With sincere concern, I expressed my wishes that I wanted better for her this night.
I am confident that it did come to pass, for in the several hours that I was to be up, she only once rose to use the bathroom. As well, this morning she rose for the day well before it was yet 9:30 a.m. ─ usually she tries to remain in bed until 10 a.m. on those days when she has to work.
My brother did not retire last night as early as he usually does when he finishes drinking beer and watching T.V. for the evening. He was still downstairs when I made ready to come to my computer (which is in a small room immediately adjacent to my bedroom). So I cautiously gained this room, and then pulled the door mostly shut. He would not know that it was me in here ─ my wife tends to spend much of her evenings in here when she is home, watching movies or whatever else on her tablet.
It was around 12:40 a.m. when at last he shut things down to come upstairs to his bedroom.
I think that I may have gotten back to bed a little past 4:30 a.m. And by 8:30 a.m., I was awake again and ready to begin my morning.
My brother was already downstairs and watching T.V., but I came here to my computer. I don't typically join him at the T.V. until around 10 a.m. on weekdays.
When I did so this morning, using our Android TV Box, I wanted to start things off with the first episode of this season's The Jonathan Ross Show. I located a link to a source for it by doing a search in the Stremio 'app' that I have downloaded into the Box.
The reason I am bothering to mention this is that one of the guests on the show was someone I immediately recognized ─ but I had no idea why he was so familiar. He was someone I had quite recently watched as a regular in some T.V. series, but I just could not recollect what the heck it was.
The guy was portly and heavily red-bearded, and I could tell that whatever role of his that I was familiar with had to have been comedic. But the answer simply would not come.
If finally dawned upon me when I was seeking a nap during the noon hour. My brother had announced around 12:10 p.m. that he was returning to his room to rest up ere taking off for the afternoon. Normally, we watch T.V. until around 1 p.m.
I do not take in any calories until after 12:30 p.m. (intermittent fasting), so it was too early yet for me to have one of my delicious and sustaining hot caffeinated beverages to facilitate the tackling of some exercise; thus, I also returned to bed for an especially early nap. I was to be abed for maybe just over an hour, and rose to find my brother had already gone.
So what T.V. series did I finally recall the portly red-bearded actor from?
Well, as I was laying there in my bed, I had an image pop into my mind of him looking weary and flustered as he was trudging across rugged countryside ─ and then his companion also appeared into my mental imagining. His companion was "Sunny" from the T.V. series Into the Badlands.
The portly, red-bearded character was the former monk Bajie, and the actor portraying him was Nick Frost.
On The Jonathan Ross Show, he and another guest talked about a comedy series they are both starring in that I am going to have to start watching reasonably soon: Truth Seekers.
Also on that show's episode was very bosomy Canadian comedienne Katherine Ryan. I don't know anything about her beyond having seen her on another talk show within the past year, but I will also be giving her comedy T.V. series a try in the reasonably near future: The Duchess.
I find her to come across as being very ─ and rather unexpectedly ─ deliciously 'hot'. And I say that as a 71-year-old. She's someone who could have sexually run roughshod over me if I had known her as a younger man, for somehow I find myself sensing an especial vulnerability to her unique (to me) allure.
I intended to follow up this Jonathan Ross Show episode with another scamdemic video (I watched one yesterday with my brother) proving that the PCR test is being used to scam us all ─ there is no SARS-CoV-2 pandemic of COVID-19 deaths. Our governments and our health authorities are all lying to us.
However, playing this video was of course contingent upon my brother continuing to watch T.V. through the noon hour as is our usual routine on weekdays; but as I explained earlier, he opted to seek some bed rest earlier than was the norm.
But enough! My evening will soon be upon me, and I would like to try and get in a Christmas movie before my brother is back home from wherever he is presently drinking. Unfortunately, I have some exercising and a bath to contend with first, so I may well be unable to have the time for a movie.
It is raining quite hard out there right now at 5:20 p.m. This weekend is my last shot at completing my Christmas shopping, since I do not drive, and I detest walking anywhere during the busy workweek.
So it is not just this late afternoon and early evening that sees me imposed with a tight schedule ─ my entire weekend is in that fix.
And with that said, I am going to sign off right here.
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