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It was a very reasonable Christmas Eve, for I only drank three further cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) to supplement the one I downed in the latter afternoon.
Once my younger brother was back home, we watched our regular fare ─ nothing related to Christmas. So with our Android TV Box in play, the first show I tuned in was Doc Martin ─ episode five ("Remember Me") of season or series five.
Then it was A Touch of Frost ─ the premiere episode ("Another Life") of season or series 11.
My brother needed to manage his drinking in order to be assured that he would have use of his van midday today ─ it might fail to start due to the mandated ignition interlock device installed in it now for four months; so he retired for the night after A Touch of Frost.
And so I behaved as well.
I rose this morning at 8 a.m., although I had gotten up for a short time awhile after 5 a.m.
Apparently my eldest stepson had his girlfriend spend the night, and I actually just finished having an illuminating chat with the young woman for the very first time. She is evidently half North American Indian, and is a 'special needs' teacher in an elementary school setting.
It is presently fairly early in the afternoon, and already my brother' has his girlfriend Bev here ─ they are busy in the kitchen preparing a turkey supper. Very soon now, the drinking will start.
My brother and I earlier watched a 1934 movie titled Bright Eyes that featured Shirley Temple, but we will soon be watching more modern Christmas fare. Bright Eyes was watched at this Archive.org link.
My wife showed up sometimes overnight, and is still shut up in her bedroom at 1:44 p.m. as I type these words.
I will likely not say anything more in today's post, but I will withhold its publication until the evening just to be sure. It's a wet, mild day; and I was very appreciative of the morning gloom, for it makes the indoor Christmas lights so much more beautiful that would have been the case on a brilliantly sunny day.
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