What a miserable time I had of it after my overnight vigil here at my computer last night!
I had my usual latter evening nap time to fortify me for the hours I would be spending working here at my computer once my younger brother went to bed around the midnight hour. My wife was home at the time ─ she had shown up fairly soon after 6 p.m., but I don't let her presence deter me from seeking what sleep I can obtain during the latter evening. I need it in order to be capable of putting in those overnight hours, for I just do not have the available private time during the day.
She remained up for quite some while into the a.m., and seemed to have been into the wine meantime. But even after she went to bed, she was getting up too often ─ clearly, she was not managing to easily sleep.
And then ─ it was after 4 a.m. ─ she got up and went downstairs to the kitchen to cook up some sort of meal. This had the effect of delaying my return to bed, for there would be little sense in trying to sleep if she was only going to be coming back to bed and break the effort.
When she finally did return to bed, I was soon set to join her, for it was around 5 a.m. But I was to discover that she was not trying to sleep. Instead, she was sitting up in bed watching Thai videos on her cellphone with her bedside lamp on.
I said nothing, and climbed into bed clothed, for I correctly assessed that I was only going to have a heavy blanket with which to cover myself. We keep the bedroom window open by approximately 10 - 12 inches, so the room can get quite cool.
She at least killed the video, but she still sat up ─ perhaps she was into her Facebook account. However, after maybe 15 minutes she made an effort to get to sleep, and so she turned off the light (I had donned a bandana blindfold to best spare me from it).
Alas, I could find little comfort. Eventually I concluded that my pants ─ which were brand new and worn on Monday for the first time, and which I had not washed first ─ were a 'stretch' denim, and quite snug on my lower legs.
I began to imagine that they were causing me some sort of allergic reaction, and it finally came to the point where I had to remove them as carefully as I could so as not to be too disturbing for my wife. Once they were off, it seemed to give me some psychological relief, but sleep was still a long way off.
I am sure that I was still awake well beyond 6 a.m., but I just didn't bother aggravating myself with time checks. However, gnawing at me was knowing that I would be joining my younger brother to begin watching three or so hours of T.V. at 10 a.m., and I would undoubtedly be rising well before then.
I was losing valuable needed sleep time.
Well, sleep did finally come. But not too much after 8 a.m., my wife received a call on her cellphone ─ it turned out to be someone she believed was returning a call she had made yesterday concerning the termination of her E.I. sick benefits. She had only learned on Monday that this had happened, even though she was still just working 1½ days a week at the Thai restaurant where her arm's debilitating condition had developed.
On top of that condition, she has been getting physiotherapy for an incident that happened a few months ago in which her car was rear-ended while she was stopped at a traffic light. She had not stopped suddenly; rather, she had been stopped for a number of seconds before another car came along whose driver was just not paying attention.
That driver confessed culpability, incidentally. But my wife is not constitutionally robust physically, so the jarring of the impact ─ which was not at all serious to the two vehicles ─ adversely affected her.
Anyway, she was told on Monday that someone would be getting in touch with her about her terminated E.I. claim in a few days, so she took this early call ─ with her phone on speaker.
I lay and listened to the conversation out of curiosity; and then when the male caller finally let my wife know that he did not actually work for E.I., but some other agency (Canada Revenue?) and was thus unable to help her, he at least gave her E.I.'s telephone number and the advice that she would have to contact them again and try and get some instruction about how to proceed. He also suggested that maybe she might even qualify for some post-CERB financial assistance, but she didn't seem buoyed over that possibility.
I suppose the guy meant the Recovery Benefits (Sept 2020 - Sept 2021) spoken of at the Wikipedia CERB article.
When their conversation concluded, and my wife began trying to reach someone at E.I., I decided it was time for me to get up. All I could do was feel deep sympathy for my poor wife who had to go through several menu options each time she reached E.I., but she still hadn't gotten anyone live by the time I exited the bedroom. In fact, once I heard the automated system tell her that due to the enormous backlog of callers in queue, her call was being terminated and she would have to call back.
When she did, I was to hear that the estimated wait time was something like an hour. That was when I was shutting myself out of the bedroom, leaving the poor girl to face the mess. I don't think she ever did speak with anyone. She probably just gave up.
We were later in the afternoon to talk about the fellow who had phoned her. If he was not with E.I., why had he called? It was only then that I asked her if by chance he had gotten her to give him her Social Insurance Number (S.I.N.)?
It seemed to me that she might have, and she thought maybe she had as well.
Was it possible that the call was a fraudster? But as my wife pointed out, how could a fraud call like that come hot on the heels of her legitimate conversation with E.I. the day before when they said someone would be calling her back within a few days to follow up with her?
From what I heard of the guy she spoke with this morning, he was sympathetic in tone at all times. Nor did he have a South Asian accent ─ he may have had a twinge of a French accent, which would make sense for a bilingual position like he may have had.
And he did have the E.I. number for her to call when she asked him for it toward the end of their fairly long chat as she outlined her woes all the way back to February of last year.
My wife is Thai and even I have trouble following her fast explanations in thickly Thai-accented English, so I had been impressed by this fellow's ongoing sympathetic understanding, asking just the right amount of questions when he needed some further clarifications concerning her rather lengthy recitation.
If the guy was a con after her S.I.N., then he was damned good and there is nothing we can do about it now.
I expect that today was one of my wife's half-days at work, for she left us around 3:30 p.m. saying that she would be back this evening. Her normal start time on her half-days is 4 p.m.
As for my T.V.-time with my brother around 10 a.m., I had meant to lead us off with Odessa Orlewicz's latest livestreamed video that I had noticed late yesterday had been posted to her Facebook account along with ─ I assumed ─ her YouTube channel.
But there was no trace of it at YouTube ─ the video was titled Feb 15th: Brain Washing Your Toddlers And Pathogenic Priming.
Had YouTube already removed it for a violation of their censorship of the truth concerning anything relating to the Great Reset and the COVID-19 scamdemic / plandemic / casedemic?
We had to settle for some other videos mostly relating to that topic which I had previously downloaded onto a USB flash drive so my brother and I can watch them on T.V. via our Android TV Box. Then around 11:45 a.m. I tuned in an episode of Black Sails.
The episode seemed to top an hour, so once it was done, my brother headed on upstairs to his bedroom to rest up before leaving for the afternoon to resume his drinking somewhere.
In yesterday's post, I predicted that the heavy blanketing of snow that resulted after snowing over most of the past weekend seemed likely to be mostly gone by Wednesday. Well, I exaggerated. It had essentially disappeared by the early afternoon today. I could see some small mounds remaining where people had originally shovelled the stuff from their driveways, but even those were almost gone.
The weather today has been a mix of some sunshine and cloud, and it seems almost relatively mild. The temperatures may dip below freezing overnight, but at least there won't be any snow melt around to freeze into ice.
I want to post the following photo that I downloaded a dozen days ago after stumbling upon it while working on adding content into one of my two hosted websites:
I have no idea why the model affected me as strongly as she did, for I prefer athletic and even rather well-muscled lassies. But despite my 71 years, I found this thin and rather plain-looking young lady to be almost unbelievably seductive.
If I was a young man and exposed to such a young woman who was intent on seducing me, I would have been helplessly lost to her.
Before I close this post, I want to mention that I located that Odessa Orlewicz video in her Facebook account again and I now have it downloaded onto a flash drive so that my brother and I can watch it ─ probably tomorrow morning.
Okay, it's after 9 p.m. and I must ready myself for a fast bedtime once I hear my brother arriving home.
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