I so very much enjoy The Last Kingdom! And as a result last evening, I could not resist having two cans of the strong (8% alcohol) beer that I keep in stock as I watched the second episode of the third season.
Perhaps that second beer is why I cannot clearly recollect just when it was that I took to my bed for the duration of the latter evening upon the arrival home of my younger brother. I managed some sleep; and by late into the midnight hour, I was conscious enough to be curious about the time, and that was when I rose to begin work here at my computer until I finally returned to bed around 5:30 a.m. this morning.
No one else was up when I first rose; and my wife ─ who had to work Friday at her friend's Thai restaurant ─ never returned home until around 11:30 a.m. today. I had risen to commence my day around 8:30 a.m. at latest, and was watching T.V. with my brother when we saw her passing by outside the living room window as she brought herself home on foot from the Surrey Central Station that is located just over a mile from here.
At least she had sunshine to walk in, even though it is unnaturally chilly out there. Annoyingly so, in fact. And this has been the case for maybe a week now.
My brother and I were watching Odessa Orlewicz's latest video via our Android TV Box: April 9th- Me, Drea Humphries, Grizzly Patriot, Alicia Johnson interview Hero Mom Rebecca From Corduroy Restaurant.
"Rebecca" and her husband own Corduroy Restaurant ─ they had opened in defiance of closure orders to all B.C. restaurants by our provincial Health-Destroyer Officer Bonnie Henry.
I long for the day that miserable wretch is fired, and maybe even ends up in a Common Law criminal court facing capital charges ─ and the same fate should befall everyone involved in enforcing her unfounded health-destroying and business-killing mandates.
According to DailyHive.com (Corduroy Restaurant's liquor licence suspended after defying health orders), not only was the restaurant's liquor licence suspended, but so was its business licence!
It was mentioned in that video that this overpaid provincial health-destroying officer makes even more than the $340,000 (annually) that I thought was her salary ─ supposedly she is raking in $360,000 for her ruinous disservice to British Columbians.
Everyone involved in her hiring should also be on trial.
Yeah, I'm damned mad.
Consequently, I am dropping the topic because I cannot control the emoption.
My wife wasted little time in going to bed after she showed up late this morning ─ I suspect that she had misspent the night. She remained in our bedroom until well past 3 p.m.
My brother had some rest in his bedroom following the quitting of T.V. around 12:45 p.m.; and then awhile thereafter, he took his leave for the afternoon to hook up with his girlfriend Bev to do some drinking somewhere.
I had some exercise scheduled for today in the backyard toolshed, so I got that out of the way; and because it was sunny despite the nasty frigid breeze that just will not abate, at 2:04 p.m. I began just over 40 minutes seated low into a lawn- or deck-chair set out on a cement pad in the backyard.
My feet were bared, but it was so unpleasantly chilly that ─ overtop the sweater and tee-shirt I was wearing ─ I also had on a suede bomber-style jacket.
I know that our Summer will be typically sunny and at times oppressively and seemingly impossibly hot, but I have had my fill of this enduring nearly Wintry-cold weather and its Arctic-like breezes and strong winds.
Anyway, following my 'sunning', I came indoors and had soon set about preparing my day's first meal when my wife came ambling into the kitchen, up at last. I had delayed getting that meal begun initially because I did not like the idea of not having access to my nutritional supplements that I keep in the bedroom.
Obviously that delaying was fortuitous, for now I could retrieve the usual assortment that I take with my first daily meal.
One of the supplements was a 250-mg niacin tablet. The flush soon began to assert itself after I had eaten; and because of that and the weight of my meal, I announced to my wife that I was going to seek my brother's vacant bedroom and have a rest there.
She was busy in the kitchen, but she revealed that she planned to have a shower and then she would be leaving to return to Vancouver to do some work there painting.
So did she just come home to wash her sons' dirty dishes piled up in the kitchen's dual sinks, and to cook up a pasta dish for everyone's supper? I have no idea.
I felt guilty about seeking that lie-down for concern that I would miss seeing her off, but at least her two sons were home to keep her company meantime.
Fortunately, I barely napped, yet felt rested enough to curtail my time atop my brother's bed. At that point my wife was bustling and getting together what she wanted to take back to Vancouver with her; and then her youngest son (23 years old) drove her to the SkyTrain.
Concerning that painting, I have no idea if it is paid work, but I suspect that she does get some remuneration, for she has done it before. However, I also do not know just who it is that she is working with when she does the work.
I don't ask.
I am not expecting her back until probably the latter afternoon tomorrow, or maybe even into the evening that day.
It is presently after 6:30 p.m. and I want to have a bath; and then I would like to have a beer and watch some T.V.
In other words, it is time for me to bring this post to a close.
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