I was most disappointed last evening when I noticed my younger brother arriving home at 8:30 p.m. from wherever he had been drinking. My wife was shut up in this room, probably involved in livestreaming to Facebook another of her videos as an aspiring agent for Thailand's The Icon Group's products.
If I did not want to risk becoming enmeshed with my brother and face his expectation that I would be sitting up with him and operate our Android TV Box to watch shows together, I had no option but to retire for the latter evening extra early.
As explained before, I do not technically retire ─ not for the night, anyway; I only nap as best I can as I bide time until my brother finally goes to his bedroom to there remain until the following morning. Usually I am fully clothed and just covered over with a heavy blanket.
Sometimes it can be quite the trial holding out for that eventuality. Last night after an initial submersion into a nap, I roused from it in the hope that my goal was most accomplished, but a check of the time revealed it to be merely 10:08 p.m. Usually, my brother will resist retiring to his bedroom for the night until around midnight, so I could have a full two hours or more ahead of me.
I even needed use of the bathroom, so I quietly rose and managed to exit the bedroom to discharge that need without anyone noticing.
After that, I would sometimes drift into short bouts of naps, but I resisted constantly checking the time. And then at last after being aware of my wife having come into the bedroom for something and then leaving again, I peeked at the time and found it to be several minutes after midnight. I was to find that my brother had already sought his bedroom, and the room seemed dark ─ no light illuminated the space beneath his bedroom door.
I correctly figured that my wife would have to work a full day today at the Thai restaurant where she works part-time, and that would mean an 11 a.m. start. She would have to get to bed reasonably soon in order to log in adequate sleep for her long day, for it takes her time to ready herself in the morning, and she then has quite a long drive before her.
I like to check her Facebook account, and as expected I did find some earlier activity, including one livestreamed video that was at least 32 minutes in duration.
How I envy her comfort at recording herself! She will just set up her tablet or fancy iPhone before her, and perhaps while having a small meal, she will soliloquize in Thai for the video's duration as easily as if she was just sitting with someone and chatting.
I have long wished that I could have a YouTube channel where I could livestream or at least upload videos that I had recorded, but I can't even talk for five minutes, let alone casually carry on as naturally as she can. For me to post such videos, I would need a partner as co-host with whom I could talk about some topic together, perhaps bantering back and forth betimes.
Perhaps we could even do so while having a few beers.
I think my old friend Philip David P. would have been an ideal partner to have undertaken such a series of recording sessions, for he loved expounding on certain cherished themes if only someone would lend him an ear. However, he died in October 1984 at the age of 35.
I have a cousin named Brady H. ─ a first cousin once removed, for he is the son of a first cousin of mine ─ who could be ideal in his own right for such an undertaking, but we live too far apart from one another.
And there is no one else. Everybody else I know live even farther away (I do not drive), and I have not actually visited nor been visited by a friend in quite a number of actual years.
So I don't see any such enterprise ever getting birthed.
When anon my wife did go to bed, she wasn't having an ideal night (she rose to use the bathroom at least a couple of times, and was once up for an extended while in doing so), but it was encouraging enough from my perspective.
The better than 3½ hours that I had spent in bed over the evening and just barely into the midnight hour failed to shore me up as much as I needed, for by the time I tore myself from the tasks I was involved with here at my computer, it was almost 5 a.m. and my ailing eyes were in a wretched state. Even after I got to bed and finally had them bathed in darkness, the strain was such that I feared that they might yet react in some debilitating adverse fashion.
I was spared, but only temporarily. After I was to rise towards 8:30 a.m. this morning (my wife had actually preceded me in getting up) and had come here to my computer, I was soon experiencing the development of a migraine aura ─ the familiar swirling effect was beginning to display to the bottom right region of my vision.
My eyes were not at all rested when I rose, and the renewed strain of subjecting them to a computer screen was asking too much of them. It probably was not helping that the morning outside seemed brilliant and sunny.
I was left with no viable option but to seek to resist the onset of a full-blown aura that would effectively incapacitate me. Toward this end, I began exercising my eyes, and also wincing intensely and massaging around my temples and forehead in a bid to stimulate as vital a flow of blood and whatever other essential fluids as might best benefit my eyes.
It actually seemed to work. It took several minutes of applied effort, but the onset began to subside, and I was not to be threatened with its recurrence the day long.
As I usually do during the workweek, I joined my brother at 10 a.m. to put our Android TV Box into play. He of course was already up and watching T.V. when I rose ─ or at least, he was up and had the T.V. on. At the time, he was involved with a load of his laundry, for Friday is generally his laundering day.
One of the items I had in store for us was titled The Sequel to the Fall of the Cabal (part1).
A month or more ago we had watched the entire forerunner titled The Fall of the Cabal which was almost three hours in duration, so it only made sense to start watching the sequel ─ but in piecemeal fashion. I wouldn't want to endure another three hours like that first marathon.
The video we watched this morning wasn't quite a half hour in length.
Note that those two links are just sample links. I have no idea which link sources we used. And also note that my brother and I are not necessarily believers in the claims being made by documentary producer Janet Ossebaard (and Cyntha Koeter, whatever her contribution may have been). We are just impressed by the clear enormity of effort that was put into researching these features.
And we have always been intrigued by ancient and medieval history. Heck, a mysterious family tradition of ours has it that our paternal family line is descended from a branch of the famous Carthaginian family, the Barcas (or Barcids). And so ultimately, that would extend back to Phoenicia.
How I would love to have Janet Ossebaard's resources for research!
But I have no further time for this post, for already it is approaching 1 a.m. Saturday, February 20 (2021). I am going to have to backdate the post when I publish it to 11:59 p.m. of February 19.
I will only explain that my brother ─ who sought his bed rest earlier than usual, cutting our T.V. time together somewhat short earlier in the day so he could leave extra early in the afternoon to eventually resume his drinking somewhere ─ arrived home unexpectedly early this evening at 8:21 p.m. This of course required me to barely escape to my bedroom and to have to commence my evening's period of hibernation even earlier than the previous evening.
I had to abandon further work on the post.
But now my overnight vigil has begun, so I am topping the post off and must now pursue other self-imposed obligations.
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