Although I did get to bed early last evening, it was not until perhaps 9:20 p.m., and I had to discipline myself to take action. When I realized the time, I also realized that if I did not get to bed rather smartly, then it would become unlikely that I would be managing to find myself awake later to rise during the midnight hour so that I could come here to my computer and put in my usual several hours of overnight work.
My younger brother had still not arrived home from the pub he had bused to in order to hook up with a couple of his drinking buddies.
Since I did not know if my wife would be showing up, I retired clothed and just covered myself in bed with a blanket (we keep our bedroom window open, so the room can become fairly chilly).
I recall rousing once and checking the time just after 11 p.m., at which point I rose to use the bathroom. My brother was downstairs watching T.V. Oddly, my bedroom door was slightly ajar, so I figured that my wife must have come home and was likely downstairs in the den area of her two sons.
I thereafter managed to drop into another short nap, and never roused until into the midnight hour, so that was when I rose. My brother had by then gone to his own bed.
I keep my computer in a small room immediately next to my bedroom, but before putting it to use, I went downstairs. I only visited the darkened living room, but my eldest stepson was in the kitchen. However, there was no conversation ─ that is, neither he nor anyone else such as his mother were talking. And a check revealed that her car was not parked outside.
So ... why had my bedroom door been slightly ajar earlier? Had she come home, but had only freshened up and then gone out again?
Soon enough I was at work here at my computer. And then at something like 2:32 a.m., I heard my wife come into the house. When she made her way upstairs, she issued me a quiet hello that I responded to as she passed by this room to go to the bathroom.
We never did talk beyond that. I remained here at work; and although she was to go downstairs some while later for a period of time, all was conversationally quiet. Neither of her sons must have still been up at that point.
And finally my wife went to bed.
I got quite a lot done on the post I am developing at one of my two hosted websites. It's surprising, though, how quickly the time passes when I am up like this overnight. I was not to return to bed until shortly after 5 a.m.
But it was so difficult finding a position of enduring comfort in bed! I am coming to believe that it is easier for me to find sleep after bedding down on the floor in this little room than it is sharing a bed with my wife. She had disarranged the bedding quite badly, for one thing. We actually do not share the same covering. Rather, she has her own 'nest' on her side of the bed, and I am left to figure out something with the jumble of bedding that is then on my side of the bed.
However, I felt as awake as if I had been drinking coffee all of the hours that I had been up. Did it take me an hour to finally find sleep? Perhaps.
Yet when next I was awake and checked the time, it was barely after 7 a.m. ─ far too early to be getting up. I managed a little further sleep, and then found it to be shortly after 8 a.m., so that was when I rose, gathered up my clothing, and quietly left the bedroom. My brother was by this time downstairs with the T.V. on.
I suspect that my wife has the day off work, for she only works on a very part-time basis at the Thai restaurant that employs her, and which is quite some distance from our home. So she will likely remain in bed until midday or so.
I am typing these words at 9:43 a.m., and will be taking a break now because I will very soon be going downstairs to put our Android TV Box into action and watch some T.V. with my brother.
The video I hope to lead off with is one of Dr. Joseph Mercola's very long hosted interviews that I hope does not prove too pedantic for my brother where biochemical jargon is concerned, for I hate to feel compelled by him to cancel out of it. The topic is of high importance.
Fortunately, we were to watch the entire interview ─ just over two hours. I tried to have us do so via BitChute, but the browser 'app' failed to activate the video. It just would not play, and time was a-wasting waiting for it to do so.
Fortunately, Dr. Mercola still has a YouTube account, so we watched it on the YouTube 'app': Linoleic Acid- Interview with Tucker Goodrich.
Reducing my intake of dangerous linoleic acid is problematic, alas, for I have little control over how my wife cooks nor what she buys to use with her cooking. I would need to either live alone, or just not eat anything she prepares.
Obviously that latter option would be an affront to her. And since she has English as her second language, getting into any of the complexities of why the linoleic acid in her vegetable cooking oils is insidiously harmful is outside of my ability to communicate, for I do not know Thai.
She's not going to listen to me if I only have "just because" as my argument as to why she shouldn't be using the oils, but she's not going to be able to fathom any of the science.
I linked to the Wikipedia article on linoleic acid despite that source espousing the false but widely entrenched belief that the oil is dietetically valuable ("vital" was the term used); nor should it be deemed an essential oil, for even though our bodies are unable to manufacture it, the oil is so pervasively available that it is impossible to eat enough food to remain alive without ingesting more linoleic acid than is physiologically required.
It was definitely an intriguing and educational interview, and well worth the time it took to watch it.
By the way, my wife didn't get up until after 2 p.m. However, her youngest son (23 years old) never got up until after 1 p.m. Since I don't even know if he was still up when she got home last night ─ I was only aware of the older lad (26 years old), he could have spent 12 hours in bed. At very least, he managed 10 hours.
I've never in my 71 years of living been able to log in that amount of time in bed ─ not without my bed actually serving as a sick bed because something was seriously wrong with my well-being.
I was right that my wife never had to work today. She did go out in the afternoon to run errands, so I took that time to catch a needed nap to recover from my day's first meal. However, my scheduled exercising for the day is not possible to fully attend.
No matter ─ she has been in a good humour today, and I welcome that and her presence.
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