Due to a sleep deficit over the weekend, my nap period through the latter evening yesterday was much more effective than usual as I waited for my younger brother to go to his bedroom for the night and thus free me up to come here and work at my computer. So often I have trouble passing the time from 11 p.m. as I restlessly wait for his bedtime, which is generally around midnight; but last night, I napped and never made a check of the time until it was at least 12:41 a.m.
By then, he had long retired.
I suppose that it was my youngest stepson who was still up, and who remained up until his mother finally arrived home around 2:40 a.m. after being away ever since she left to go to work late Friday morning. She tends to spend her weekends elsewhere, so she rarely comes home after working that day (such is our sorry marriage).
Anyway, she eventually went to bed, and apparently the younger lad (who is 23 years old) also called it a night. I remained up until at least 4 a.m. before I also returned to bed.
Alas, my wife was infernally restive. Had I been in bed alone, I would have gotten to sleep a little easier than usual because I was still underslept. However, she tossed about constantly, and kept coughing. If she was ill, I could understand it, but she was not. She remained home today, and I cannot say that I ever heard her cough. Yet last night, it was epic.
She even got up a couple of times.
The only bedding I had was the heavy blanket with which I normally cover myself in the latter evening when I am abed waiting for my inebriated brother to forsake the T.V. and his beer and go to his bedroom for the night ─ more often than not, I am fully clothed in the evening because the bedroom can be very chilly (we keep the window open by approximately a foot).
Initially when I retired early in the a.m. I was warm enough despite wearing just my undershorts, but I soon began to cool off and became too uncomfortable to sleep ─ this was in addition to my wife's disturbances. Perhaps I endured until as late as 5:30 a.m. by which time she seemed to have settled down, and then I carefully rose and fully clothed myself, returning to bed and my heavy blanket.
Even then, I was somewhat less than comfortable due to insufficient warmth, but ultimately I was to find sleep.
That didn't last, for I was awake again after it was broad day and checked the time just after 8 a.m. Some perseverance resulted in a little further sleep, but my next time check was not even a full half hour later.
Sod it, I thought ─ I am going to start my morning. And so I did, rising and coming here to my computer that is in a small room immediately next to the bedroom. My sober brother was already downstairs watching T.V.
I waited until nearly 10 a.m. before I went downstairs to boil water for a black unsweetened instant coffee, and then I joined him. I had a video interview I wanted us to watch featuring Dr. Joseph Mercola and his guest Gary Taubes: "The Case For Keto"- Interview with Gary Taubes.
The same interview is available at BitChute here, but I accessed it at YouTube by using the YouTube 'app' that I have downloaded into our Android TV Box.
I do believe that my brother is somewhat warming up to Dr. Mercola's interviews ─ he used to rebel when I would tune one in. But I think that of late there have been some sufficiently interesting guests that he is now more receptive. Besides, the interviews always touch upon the phoney COVID-19 pandemic, and sometimes even the Great Reset that is in back of the exaggerated scare and its mandated unnecessary and unwarranted restrictions of people's freedoms.
The video wasn't quite an hour long, and had some interesting points, for my brother has become aware of the possibility that the omega-6 linoleic acid we all consume too much of may well be behind most of the chronic ills plaguing mankind. Dr. Mercola made a friendly challenge to Gary Taubes' contention that it is the carbohydrates we all consume too much of that is the primary culprit.
I think my brother enjoyed that exchange. The agreed-upon verdict seemed to be that both are complicit with the epidemic of ills that are known to modern man.
Once that video was over ─ and my wife had risen by this time for a while ─ I followed things up with a few shorter videos that I had previously downloaded onto a flash drive.
Then when we had gone through those four or so features, we were to finish our daytime T.V. with the premiere episode of Riverdale. I had once watched that episode when the series first debuted, but I cannot claim now to have recognized anything about it this time around. Perhaps I was drunk the first time?
I've added the series to our viewing list as a substitute for the series 13 Reasons Why that my brother and I just recently finally finished watching. I am hoping that Riverdale will prove to sometimes be as 'hard hitting' and controversial, for that former series had some unexpectedly riveting episodes that made even my brother something of a fan.
Once the Riverdale episode was done around 12:40 p.m., my brother was set to return to his bedroom for some rest ere he left just ahead of 2 p.m. to eventually resume his daily drinking somewhere.
It has been a rather cold day, although at times it has also been mostly sunny. When my brother left in the afternoon, I then went out to the backyard toolshed for some exercise ─ I had none yesterday, and I may even have skipped out on Saturday as well.
As I said, it was around 2 p.m., and I noticed that it was actually snowing! This never lasted at all long, and the afternoon again became sunny with the daytime finishing in that state.
My exercising apparently resulted in some manner of strain ─ I came to notice this after I was back into the house. Seated deep beneath my left pectoral area, I found myself unable to breathe deeply without a sharp, gripping pain.
It was sufficient to inhibit me from trying to take any deep breaths. Isn't it peculiar how needful it suddenly becomes to breathe deeply when one was never even aware that it was anything so apparently commonplace?
I am 71 years old, and it was not lost upon me that my heart is in that area of my chest, but I didn't let my imagination elude the control of my good sense. I was sure that the trouble was either a cramp, or else some issue with the connective or cartilaginous tissues of a rib and my sternum.
I had a light meal, and then I announced to my wife that I was going to resort to my brother's bed and lie down for a while. It was around 3 p.m. at this point, and I managed a short nap, but I was awake again and checking the time just after 4 p.m.
I rose then, and found that there was no trace any longer of that strange chest pain beneath my left pectoral region.
I wish to bring this post to a close, since my wife is home as I stated earlier. I want to perform 210 repetitions of my version of Hindu squats, and then I wish to have a bath ─ I have not had one since last Thursday. It is nearing 6 p.m., and I would like to eat a supper soon after 7 p.m. so that I can be free to evade my brother whenever it is that I notice him arriving home.
I enjoy watching T.V. with him when he is sober, but it is useless to do so when he is not. Even if he remains conscious, he tends to remember little of anything we watch.
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