Just as was yesterday's post, this one will also be short.
I was to bed early last evening ─ ere quite 9 p.m. But I was fully clothed, and only covered over with a blanket. My wife was home, and I only intended to get in what napping I could until my younger brother (who was not yet home from wherever he was drinking) had himself gone to his bedroom for the night.
That was to occur during the midnight hour. I was awake when my brother came upstairs and shut himself up into his bedroom. And when I emerged from my own bedroom, I could see that my wife was ensconced here in the small room where I keep my computer ─ a small room immediately next to our bedroom.
So I went downstairs to the dining table where our laptop is set up. I have it configured so that its keyboard types in Thai for the benefit of my wife, so I had to do some research on how to revert it to English for me to use. However, my wife exited the computer room before I worked out the conversion, so I went back upstairs and was soon at work here.
One of the tasks I had before me was to work at adding content into the post I am slowly developing at one of my two hosted websites. Unfortunately, I recognized that I was subpar in well-being, and not likely to accomplish everything I wanted to get done if I endured on the post and supplied the amount of content that I had meant to add to the post, so I had to curtail my efforts.
Of late I have been operating with less sleep than I should be achieving, and this fact is telling. Yesterday morning, it was one or two minutes after 10 a.m. when I checked the time and had to hurriedly rise, for I always join my brother around that time during weekdays to put our Android TV Box into action to watch some shows with him for three or so hours. (He doesn't understand how to operate the Android TV Box.)
And so after sitting up for several hours overnight, I had returned to bed around 4 a.m. this early morning feeling quite overwrought, and initially I even contemplated the 'horror' of being so overtired that falling asleep mightn't even be possible ─ to my utter undoing.
But sleep did eventually come my way. Nevertheless, I was awake again a few minutes past 8 a.m., but too uneasy to be able to seek further sleep for concern of repeating yesterday's sleep-in. And thus it was that ere quite 8:30 a.m., I rose and came here to my computer.
My brother was not yet up, but he soon enough was.
And by 10 a.m. I went downstairs to join him where he was watching T.V. in the living room. My wife rose before too terribly long and was soon in the kitchen at work on preparing some cooking for everyone to enjoy later.
My main agenda was to tune in the latest video by Odessa Orlewicz of Liberty Talk Canada, but they are behind in uploading their videos to that BitChute account. Instead, I tuned in the video titled Feed The Poor And Get Fines And A Little Fun With FordNation Lockdowns at their YouTube account Liberty Talk With Odessa.
It is likely only a matter of time before they lose that account at YouTube, so I hate linking to it for that reason. This is their second account there ─ they lost their first account after being shut down in censorship by YouTube, so I feel that it will be inevitable that the same thing is going to befall their present account.
The video my brother and I watched was certainly interesting enough, but most of it featured an interview with 13-year-old Phoenix Scott and her mother who were involved in the group cited in this lying CBC.ca article: 5 charged with violating emergency laws at Woodstock anti-lockdown protest.
The truth is that there was no "protest". The Project Phoenix group were out simply to donate clothing and other items ─ as well as provide food and hot coffee ─ to homeless people in the area. The police and the lying CBC reporters have spun the group's charitable efforts into something sinister in order to legitimize the cops' actions.
In fact, there were few homeless people courageous enough to attend the handouts because they had already been forewarned by police that they had better not show up or they would be facing fines they obviously could never afford, and the implication was also there that they might end up in jail.
This is the sort of state that has become of Doug Ford's premiership in Ontario.
To repeat: the Project Phoenix people were protesting absolutely nothing. They were there simply to distribute items ─ essentials ─ needed by the homeless. But Project Phoenix were doing so sans face masks. However, there is as yet no law against being outdoors in Ontario without one, so nothing illegal was going on.
Or so was the gist of Odessa Orlewicz's interview with Phoenix and her mom.
What badly detracted from the interview was that the audio for Phoenix and her mother was so muted that it was impossible to always hear what they were saying. Yet Odessa's voice was loud and clear ─ to have raised the T.V. volume to properly hear the interviewees would have caused Odessa's voice to be booming, so we had to leave the volume where it was.
It was quite a shame.
And speaking of volume, why is it that so many T.V. series have such muffled dialogue, no matter how loud the volume might be? And the music and sound effects are deafening.
We've fallen well behind in keeping up with The CW superhero series, so after watching Odessa's interview, I tuned in an episode of Preacher and then the first episode of season five of The Flash. The episode was titled "Nora" and featured the adult daughter of Barry Allen and Iris.
That bad vocal sound quality was rampant and ruined what could have been a far more potent programme emotionally if only more care was placed in the sound production.
I was able to figure out how to turn off the 'surround sound' of our VIZIO T.V. after we had finished watching our shows ─ I had read that as one possible recommendation to correct the sound issue. So I reckon that tomorrow we will discover if it will have done any good.
Anyway, while watching The Flash episode, the actress portraying Nora looked really cute and oddly familiar. I now realize that she ─ Jessica Parker Kennedy ─ is also a regular thus far in the first two episodes of Black Sails, a series my brother and I just recently began watching.
I will be mentioning this to my brother when next we watch either of the two series.
But enough of T.V. ─ I must get this post finished and published, for I have to clear away my evening for an early escape to bed.
My wife had to work this afternoon ─ a 4 p.m. start.
The only other thing worth speaking of ─ apart from a fairly sunny day ─ is that the chap my brother was expecting to come by yesterday to check out the roof of our backyard's small toolshed, came by fairly early this afternoon instead.
I discovered a few weeks back that the shed had sprung a leak in the roof.
This chap ─ one of my brother's many drinking cronies ─ does some work in the field of roofing. He showed up with a younger fellow, and I saw the three out in the backyard investigating the shed. In all, our visitors were here maybe 10 minutes, and never even bothered to actually climb up onto the roof.
My brother was supposed to get an estimate from the guy later today after he had "crunched some numbers".
What we do know is that the fella intends to push for something I believe must be "torch-on" roofing, from what I understood from my brother. Well, I have just found this article at TechProRoofing.ca titled Reasons Why Torch On Roofing Should Be Banned.
I will bring my brother's attention to the article tomorrow when he's sober.
All I had thought we needed to do was get one of those very large blue (green?) tarpaulins and shroud the roof with that ─ or maybe do the same thing with a huge sheet of that heavy-duty clear plastic.
Okay ─ enough for today!
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