Camping Weather ... Apparently

I fared poorly during the latter evening yesterday, seeking to gain some restorative sleep to fortify me for the several hours that I was likely to be sitting up overnight working on a few projects here at my computer.

My wife had worked that day at her friend's Thai restaurant, and I was to have my peace disturbed after her homecoming as I attempted sleep. She came into the bedroom a couple of times for rather prolonged periods, fussing about. I think she was even putting away some laundry.

I usually wear a bandana blindfold, and that was the case last evening.

When she vacated the bedroom, I took a check of the time, and was quite disappointed to discover that it was only 11 p.m.

I finally decided to just get up and dress.

While I was doing so, she returned, and it was then that I learned that she was about to head off to go "camping", and would be back on Thursday.

I admit that this caused me some hurt ─ that she would simply waltz off like that with no explanation beforehand. At least she was not taking her car ─ she had one of her sons use it to drive her to whomever she was probably going "camping" with.

I did my best thereafter to weather the disappointment, and remained up until maybe 4:30 a.m. before returning to bed for some further sleep.

My actual morning was to commence around 8:30 a.m.; and by 10 a.m. I had joined my younger brother downstairs to watch some T.V. via our Android TV Box which I exclusively operate. I led things off with Odessa Orlewicz's latest video: June 22- I Interview The Team Putting On The Sunset Beach July 1 Event.  

I honestly do not much feel like blogging, so I am going to bring this post to a quick close. I will only add that I never did have an afternoon nap; and I did some afternoon backyard sunning while attired in a pair of swimming trunks ─ just over a half hour each for my back and then my front, beginning at 3:28 p.m.

I never had my day's first meal until afterwards.

If not for some E-mail correspondence that consumed my time after that, I probably would have sought a nap.

Anyway, it is already 7:17 p.m. as I type these words. I want to have a can of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) and maybe a wee bit of wine, and catch some T.V. before having another early evening of things. I ought to sleep better this time, since I am more tired, and I know that my wife will not be showing up later to disrupt any sleep I might be enjoying.