Of late my younger brother seems to have begun retiring to his bedroom for the night approximately an hour earlier than he used to do. I had retired early last evening just after I heard him arrive home while I was seated here at my computer (which I keep upstairs in a small room next to my bedroom).
My wife had gone out earlier, so I was expecting her to be back quite late. Thus, I was able to relax enough to get in some napping, for I was clothed and only covered over with a blanket. The plan was to rise during the midnight hour so I could get some overnight work done here at my computer.
However, I was awake and checked the time just after 11 p.m., and thought to seek a bit more sleep if it was possible. But as I was trying, I heard the distinctive sounds downstairs implying that my brother was getting set to call it a night and come upstairs.
And sure enough ─ he was into his bedroom by 11:20 p.m. This meant that I was free to rise ahead of schedule.
It was probably an hour or so later that my wife arrived home.
Several things receive my attention when I am up for several hours overnight, one of which is the provision of content into whatever new post I am constructing at one of my two hosted websites. Unfortunately, though, last night I began to fade before I had met the content target I was seeking.
It was still probably around 5 a.m. before I finally got myself back to bed. And even now as I type these words at 9:43 a.m., my eyes are burning from inadequate sleep and rest. I rose soon after finding myself awake around 8:20 a.m. My wife is already up ─ she has to work today at her friend's Thai restaurant, and has an 11 a.m. start, so she will be leaving on her fairly long drive around 10:30 a.m.
But on weekdays, I join my brother around 10 a.m. to watch T.V. with him for three or so hours after putting our Android TV Box into operation ─ a feat that is my role alone, for he has no facility with the device.
I seem to be sleeping in three shifts each day. I'm in bed for a few hours in the early evening; then I get a few more hours after returning to bed around 5 a.m. Then in the afternoon, yet another session of an hour or so becomes needful.
That afternoon nap is most definitely going to be necessary today ─ one which appears to be quite sunny outside.
And sunny the day was.
My wife headed off for work as scheduled, and had me help her with some baggage she was taking. As is usual for her, I expect that she does not plan to return here until at least deep in Sunday, if not even after the weekend ─ such is our sorry marriage.
After I had joined my brother at 10 a.m. for T.V., the first show I tuned in was a sub-half hour documentary on YouTube titled Thai berry pickers in Sweden | DW Documentary. This is my brother's laundry day ─ something he tends immediately upon rising ─ so he probably missed seeing half of the feature as he fussed with his newly dried wash. It all has to be folded and put away ─ he can never wait until later.
The documentary was interesting enough, but rather discouraging. It would have been educational for my wife to have watched, I think.
I followed that feature with another YouTube video ─ this one was produced by Rebel News and was around 15 minutes in duration: “Trash the PCR test”: Microbiologist Dr. Sucharit Bhakdi tells Drea Humphrey.
It didn't offer anything I was not already informed about, but this information needs ongoing reinforcement. We cannot let down our guard.
To that end, my third video option was the latest by Liberty Talk Canada's Odessa Orlewicz. The specific video was 47 minutes long and titled Jan 21-Our Political Parties Infiltrated/Admit They Don't Need To Follow Any Kirona Rules.
Although I linked to their BitChute account, they are now more than a week behind in uploading their content to that medium; so to see the video, I had to resort to their YouTube account which is in constant jeopardy of being cancelled or banned.
And then I topped off our viewing with an episode of Black Sails. We've only now watched the second episode of the very first season. The opening scenes of the premiere episode were most dramatic, but the show then became formulaic and isn't anything exceptional. Perhaps that will change; perhaps not.
I expect not.
But on to other things.
For a couple of days now, I have been enjoying an E-mail exchange with my brother's 27-year-old daughter who lives in Washington State with her boyfriend on what is basically a bit of a farm in that they have quite an assortment of animals and fowl.
We've been exchanging via Gmail, but in her last message she admitted to owning a few handguns, shotguns, and a rifle. I responded back suggesting that Gmail is probably not the means through which such revelations ought to be getting made, and that ProtonMail is something that ought to be checked into.
I did sign up for their free ProtonVPN service to use with our Android TV Box, but it was useless. Instead of taking control and channelling our Internet's media stream, it would not resolve ─ all I got was a constantly small swirling in the centre of the screen that was much like what is seen when a video is stalled with buffering.
I let it run like that for a number of minutes, but meantime I could watch nothing via the Box ─ the Internet feed was wholly blocked. So I finally shut down the service and uninstalled the 'app' from the Box, but it still took some while before our Internet connection was restored.
I did see on the ProtonVPN website various troubleshooting recommendations for anyone experiencing problems, but that was not what I wanted to waste my time dealing with. I wanted something that was going to work ─ not something that was going to take me an unknown amount of time trying to get to do what it is already supposed to do, and meantime deny me access to any and all video streams.
And as a result, I have been lethargic about signing up for a ProtonMail account. I was left with a 'sour taste' where Proton Technologies AG is concerned. I am sure I will get over it, but I am not in any rush at present to research what is necessary to get an E-mail account.
About the only other thing worth mentioning for today is that my latest Amazon.ca order showed up today while I was abed for just over an hour partaking of my afternoon nap. I suspect that the delivery was unannounced, for I deliberately peeked outside to see if by chance its arrival had been unheralded. We seem to have a delivery driver who silently drops off such packages without a knock or doorbell ring. I already knew that, and that is why I checked.
One or both of my stepsons were home, so had there been any such courtesy announcement, I would hope that one of them would have been considerate or curious enough to have taken a look.
My final topic: Last Saturday morning I was to have made the four-mile round trip hike to the nearest government liquor store, but my wife had taken ill during the latter days of the week and actually ended up remaining home the weekend ─ I don't think she's been home over a weekend in a few years. Such is our sorry marriage.
So with my hands untied this weekend, I hope to get away early tomorrow morning on that rather ambitious errand. I just don't like that it does not open until 9:30 a.m. For most of December, it had opened at 8 a.m.
I detest being abroad afoot (I do not drive) during the busy day, so I only ever seek to do my shopping for anything as early in the a.m. as it is possible for me to manage. My Amazon.ca order comprised a bottle of 330 vitamin K2 capsules (Maka brand) and a seven-pack of Hanes undershorts or briefs. I might have been able to purchase these products locally about a mile from here, but to have gone to see if the two items were available at the two relevant stores would have sacrificed a valuable shopping morning for no other purpose.
I only shop on the two weekend mornings ─ it's insane out there Mondays through Fridays, so those days are out where my shopping is concerned.
Consequently, that just left me Amazon with any surety for those products. Had I been a driver, matters would have been different ─ as would they if I was a younger man. Now that I am 71 years old, I am not as mobile as my younger self was.
In closing, I am considering turning in a Christmas movie to watch ─ with a couple of drinks ─ before my brother returns this evening from wherever he went off to drink today. Therefore, I had best wrap up this post and get it published.
Of course, I will be getting to bed around the mid-evening so that I can sit up for a few hours overnight working on a few things ─ that is when I have the most freedom to get anything done here at my computer.
Over and out.
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