It seems to me that due to my younger brother arriving home relatively early last evening from wherever he had been drinking, I was to bed by 8:30 p.m. to try and nap away the latter evening in the wait for him to finally go to bed.
I was to nap deeply, and when I came out of it, I wondered if it might even be after 1 a.m. at that point. However, a check revealed that it was only 11 p.m. My brother would still be downstairs drinking beer and watching T.V.
I succeeded in slipping into some further torpor, after which another time check found it to be something like 12:14 a.m., and I correctly presumed that my brother would have gone to his bedroom for the night by then.
And so my time here at my computer commenced that found me accomplishing a few things before I finally returned to bed around 4:40 a.m. in order to avoid the rising of my eldest stepson for his workday. As I have explained before, if the 26-year-old notices at any point that I am up from bed, he will not lock the front door when he leaves for work. Thus, it is best that he not possess that information about me.
Returning to bed when I did thwarted the successful completion of one task I was involved with, which was a little annoying. What turned out to be even more annoying was that I later discovered that he never went to wok this morning ─ he didn't have to report in until 2 p.m., so I could have finished what I was involved with.
Anyway, I managed some further sleep, but by 8 a.m. I was awake and checked the time. Despite that, I was still in the grip of such sleepiness that I lay abed for several minutes before finally rallying and getting myself up for the morning. And I was back here at my computer before my brother had risen.
He was to finally do so and have his shower and be downstairs in time to start watching T.V. at 9 a..m. for the old Perry Mason episode that he tunes in each weekday ─ something that he has been doing for a few years now.
I left him to it and did not venture downstairs until the approach of 10 a.m. to boil water for a black instant coffee, and then I joined him and put our Android TV Box to use to watch videos that I previously downloaded onto a USB thumb drive.
Then at noon I tuned in an episode of The Good Karma Hospital; and after its conclusion, my brother sought some bed rest ere taking his leave for the afternoon to begin anew his daily beer-drinking somewhere.
I want to mention that when I went to bed last evening around 8:30 p.m., it was after only having eaten around the mid-afternoon ─ I had no supper. I had come downstairs wanting to grab some at 8 p.m. or so, but my eldest stepson was occupying the kitchen fulfilling his own rather gluttonous needs. Our kitchen is small, so only one person can properly make use of it at a time.
He had been in there for a half hour before that. Nevertheless, I tuned in an episode of The Goldbergs and impatiently ─ often muttering aloud in my aggravation that I could not even have my second tiny meal of the day because of his gluttony ─ I waited for him to vacate the kitchen so I could have the less than five minutes that it would have taken me to quickly collect together a small meal.
The kid eats all the damned day long, and has the numerous ─ often explosive ─ bowel movements to prove it. He's a 'gym rat', and doing his best to try and maintain a 200-pound bodyweight, I believe. Even nine years ago, he was scrawny-armed.
Well, it was 8:30 p.m. when he vacated the kitchen ─ and that was precisely when I noticed my brother arriving home. I would be having no supper ─ I had to hightail it upstairs to avoid becoming embroiled with my brother who would hopefully expect that I would spend the evening operating our android TV Box (he is unfamiliar with its operation).
It was to be just over 24 hours before I finally consumed any calories this afternoon following yesterday's sole meal. By then, I had gotten some exercise; and at 2:39 p.m., I spent just over 40 minutes sitting outside in the wonderful sunshine before at last coming into the house to put together that meal at long last.
Yesterday had been a mix of Sun and cloud, but it was so very unpleasantly chilly even in the sunshine that I did not dare to try and sit outside in a sweater and a jacket.
This afternoon, I stripped off my top and was bare-torsoed as well as barefooted. Had I known that it was going to be that warm, I would have worn shorts. But at least I do expect that I will have taken on some colouring from those delicious solar rays that I was benefiting from as I faced directly into the Sun while lounging low in a deck- or lawn-chair.
In my old journal, I recorded that exactly 40 years ago it had snowed hereabouts in the predawn and into the early morning. The snow heavily covered the ground before what was falling turned into some rain; but I wrote that even after 10 p.m. that evening, we still had some of the stuff laying around.
The previous 10 or so days in the present have been uncharacteristically chilly for this area, but maybe today betokens the start of some balmy sunbathing weather. If that proves so, I will be having to trim down my beard to have much more face exposed to the sunshine.
Alas, after I had my afternoon meal, instead of seeking a nap, I embraced iniquity and did not gain my bed until around 5:10 p.m. And though I did nap, I was awake again less than an hour later to fortify myself with an hot instant creamed coffee ─ I had to begin work on this post.
My wife has shown up (at 6:28 p.m.) as I have been working on this post, so I must get this finished ─ neither of her sons are home, and I feel somewhat bad just leaving her downstairs in the kitchen doing chores all alone.
I ought to mention that it was today that the elder lad retrieved his car after it had been impounded for a month following the three-month driving prohibition that his mother earned upon being stopped by a cop as she was driving home following some wine-drinking with friends.
She had been using her son's car because her own was being used by her youngest son.
So we are back to having their two cars here now, but my wife cannot drive for just about two further months.
I also want to mention that after I ate my meal this afternoon, I weighed myself while wearing naught but my undershorts ─ at very most I was 180 pounds. So my eldest stepson ─ who may not quite be my height ─ actually has 20 pounds on me!
I weighed around the same as I do now back when I was 18 years old, but I think he was hard-pressed to weigh 160 pounds at the age of 18.
What a difference gluttony and a gym membership can make!
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