Upon getting to bed around 9:10 p.m. last evening after seeing my younger brother arriving home from wherever he had been drinking, I was to find myself able to eventually do quite well at napping, despite being fully clothed and covered over with a blanket.
It was around 12:08 a.m. when in what had to have been superficial sleep, I heard my brother shut his bedroom door as he retired into the room for the night. That roused me and I then rose.
My wife had all this while been in this room where I keep my computer, just next to our bedroom. When she heard me exit our bedroom and go into the bathroom, she vacated this space and before long began readying for bed.
Her eldest son ─ the 26-year-old ─ had gone snowboarding that day, and he was yet to arrive home. And when he soon enough did, he was to remain up for several hours.
The guy eats constantly, only recently achieving a stabilization of his bodyweight at 200 pounds. He's probably around five feet and 10 inches in height, but he had always been unquestionably skinny even as a high school graduate.
Then he got interested in becoming a 'gym rat', and began adding bodyweight and muscle size.
I am barely taller than he is, I think; but since the age of maybe 18, I have as a norm weighed in the lower half of the 180-pound range. I am now 71 years old and have practiced intermittent fasting since last Summer, but even with a very empty stomach, it is not often I manage to dip into the upper 170-pound range.
In other words, I have never needed to attempt to gain weight. All I have ever wanted to do is add muscle and lose flab. Thus, his devotion these past handful of years to climb in bodyweight is alien to me. Consequently, it often becomes most aggravating when he is occupying the kitchen cooking some meal, or eating up all of the eggs, or any meat dishes that my wife has cooked.
He is eating far beyond what his body can handle, as the bathroom toilet bowl will attest. He commonly explodes his waste into it, leaving spackles of excrement inside the bowl and sometimes even on the edge of the rim.
Obviously, he is wasting food. It is not being properly assimilated. But this does not stop him from eating throughout the day in his bid to accumulate the poundage.
I think that surely he has reached the point where a steady workout regimen would maintain his size without this need for nearly unspeakable gluttony. I have commonly registered in the upper 180-pound range over long periods of my life, and even into the lower half of the 190s without ever having tried to accumulate weight.
Thus, it makes no sense to me why he ─ at virtually the same height as I am ─ cannot now sustain bodyweight sans this needless constant and wasteful eating.
Okay, I am finished with that gripe.
Anyway, last night I remained up at work here at my computer until possibly 4:30 a.m. And in remembrance of the previous night where I found myself too uncomfortably cool under that single blanket while I was stripped down to my undershorts (as I prefer to be when I sleep, but that night I had to rise and get dressed just so I could return to bed and try to feel warm again), this time I went to bed fully clothed ─ just as I had earlier been in the latter evening for my nap.
I should explain that my restless wife is a blanket hog.
And last night, I was to find her disturbingly restless. She seemed to be shifting full or partial body positions every five to 10 seconds, and this continued for nearly an hour after I had gone to bed.
But I did eventually get to sleep once she had settled. And I think that it was around 9 a.m. this morning when I had roused enough to be curious about the time, so I rose. My brother was only then still having his morning shower after having risen.
He was to thereafter go downstairs to drink coffee and watch T.V., but I remained upstairs here at my computer until almost 10 a.m. before I went downstairs to boil water for a hot black unsweetened instant coffee to take with me when I joined him in the living room to put our Android TV Box into action.
I wanted to lead things off with an interview hosted by Irishman Ivor Cummins on YouTube: Ep103 - Reid Sheftall MD - Comprehensively Decoding the Viral Issue, Pt 1 of 2.
The programme ran for over 1½ hours, but we were hoodwinked into watching another 10 or more minutes into another of Ivor's videos before my suspicion had me check and discover that somehow the first video had seamlessly morhphed into a second video that was not even 'Part 2'.
So I cancelled out of it.
At least my brother never once voiced a complaint, even though the interview featured slide after slide of printed matter and graphs that Dr. Reid Sheftall was using to illustrate why there is no COVID-19 pandemic any more than there is a flu pandemic each and every single year for which we essentially do nothing. We certainly have never before shut down the planet ─ so why this past year when the death toll worldwide is no different from previous years?
Yes, why indeed!
There was nothing exactly revelatory in the programme where I was concerned, for every day I read Dr. Joseph Mercola's latest articles, as well as catch other articles and videos relating to this Great Reset and the COVID-19 'scamdemic' / 'plandemic'. But my brother is cursed with an inability to learn how to use a computer, so he is otherwise cut off from this sort of information.
And so I intend to keep videos like these coming at least on a daily basis during the workweek, and I will also try to squeeze in one or two on the weekend, too.
I can only do this in the late mornings and midday when my brother is sober and still at home. It is futile to try and watch anything at all with him once he is home in the evening from wherever he has gone to resume his daily drinking.
All we had time for after the Ivor Cummins programme was an episode of The Flash. We're only into the fifth season, and today we watched the second episode titled "Blocked".
With that episode done, my brother sought some bed rest before heading off for the day.
My wife had risen around 10:30 a.m. this morning. And although she did have to work today, it was to only be in the latter afternoon at the Thai restaurant that employs her part-time. Her start on such days is 4 p.m., but it's a fair drive to get there.
Once she finally left, I was able to seek a needed nap in bed while properly disrobed.
The day was fairly sunny and quite chilly. Supposedly around 6 p.m. the temperature was -1º C., and it is expected to drop down to -4º overnight.
On behalf of my wife towards mid-afternoon, I spent some time in the front yard pulling up mostly dead thyme plants in a fairly large garden plot set into the lawn. I had originally seeded the plants a number of years ago as a ground cover in that plot; but I see now that they not only reseed themselves each year, they also form tenacious and rather deep-reaching root systems.
I probably only pulled up about two-thirds of the plant cover, for the compost wheelie bin was pretty much full by then. After it is collected at curbside and dumped on Wednesday, I will complete the chore on Thursday.
My wife wants to add other plants to that plot ─ that is impossible with the thyme plants strangling out most of everything else. The thick masses of thyme also provide an incredibly luxurious canopy for snails and slugs which devoured everything that she planted this last season. Even lilies never got a chance to bloom ─ the damned slugs and snails devoured the huge buds before any of them ever got a chance to open into blooms.
So the thyme had to go. However, I don't know what to expect come the growing season, for the roots are still everywhere beneath the ground in that garden plot. Maybe we'll be kept busy pulling up new shoots all season.
But I must bring this post to a close, for it is already working towards 7:30 p.m. and I have a little exercising that I feel I must do, thereby clearing things away for me to get to bed for my latter afternoon nap whenever I realize that my brother has arrived home.
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