Angelica Enberg
To my considerable surprise last evening, my younger brother was home just ahead of 8:30 p.m. from his 'socializing' ─ on the first day of being able to access all pubs and bars without proof of 'vaccination' now that the province has lifted the mandate by our health and political overlords.
Basically, this was practically an hour earlier than he has been normally arriving home.
So the potential was there that we might be able to watch an episode each of three of the T.V. series that we follow.
Well, 'twas not to be so.
First, he squandered about 40 minutes in the kitchen, primarily fussing about and fixing himself some supper that he cooked and ate.
The first show that I was to then tune in via our Android TV Box was an episode of Arrow ─ specifically, the fourth episode in the crossover series story-arc "Crisis on Infinite Earths". There is just one further episode in this gigantic tale to go; and the episode of last evening may have been the most complex episode thus far.
It was not until we were into the second half of the episode that I took any directed note of my brother ─ he was sitting upright with his head raised, but his eyes were closed.
I monitored him for a time, realizing that he would occasionally pull himself alert, but he kept lapsing into this semi-conscious state.
Under other circumstances I would have cancelled out of the episode and shut down the Android TV Box, leaving my brother with basic cable programming and Netflix. However, we were so deep into the show that I had no desire to effectively be watching most of it over again when my brother might be sober (or soberer). Also, I was halfway through a can of the strong (8% alcohol) malt that I try to keep in stock. I only drink any when I am watching evening shows with my brother, so to abandon the show at this point would be akin to having wasted a beer.
Absolutely annoyed with the besotted idiot, I allowed the show to play through to its end despite knowing that my brother was getting virtually nothing out of the episode. And then I turned off the Android TV Box and switched the T.V. over to its basic programming.
My brother immediately opened his eyes in full awareness, wondering of me if I was going to bed, as if he was innocent of what I was doing and I was following some early-to-bed protocol that I had in place for myself this evening.
I well know his game of deflection, seeking to disguise that he had been passing out, and hoping that I would play along and say nothing contrary.
But I did not play along. I bluntly proclaimed that no, I was retiring to my room upstairs because he was unable to stay awake.
The temptation was present to deliver that proclamation in more stark terms, but I held back.
I never took any note of the time when I finally did go to bed, but it may have been as late as 11 p.m. As yet my working wife had not arrived home from the Thai restaurant where I expect that she had put in a full day.
I never did hear when she got in. (We have separate bedrooms ever since my 11-day hospital stay last October with supposed "COVID pneumonia".) There came a point in my night when I was ridiculously awake, so I took a peek at the bottom right corner of my computer screen and believed it to be 5 some-thing-or-other a.m.
I opted to rise and kill some time here at my computer. My eldest stepson was apparently still up downstairs, and I was to hear my wife softly coughing at one point much later on, so I knew that she had gotten home and was in bed.
I gradually realized that I was in fact up two hours earlier than I had believed ─ it must have been somewhere after 3 a.m., and not after 5 a.m. Regardless, I remained up for possibly a couple of hours, at which point I saw that all was dark downstairs, so my stepson had retired for the night.
What sleep thereafter visited me was not ideal, but I remained abed until just after 8:50 a.m. before rising to soon head on downstairs for a mug of instant coffee with 'the works'. I was to find that my brother was up and had just finished with the Saturday morning edition of the Vancouver Sun that I subscribe to.
He turned on the T.V., and I joined him, soon enough getting invited to put our Android TV Box into play (my brother does not understand how to use it).
The first video I tuned in via YouTube was uploaded on April 4: The first casualty of War is Truth (Live w/Scott Ritter).
It was just over 2¼ hours in duration, but my brother was clearly interested in it. He recognized that this Scott Ritter 'knows whereof he speaks'.
Let us just say that world events do not look promising.
The only other video we had time for was 17 minutes in duration and uploaded to Rumble by Bright Light News on April 2, but it was apparently recorded approximately a week before the end of March: [Full Interview] Uncovering the Covid Narrative with Dr. Robert Malone.
Dr. Malone was not this awake last Summer! His awareness has grown markedly.
But enough of T.V.
My wife apparently had to work a full day today, for she rose to ready herself and set off on the fairly long drive this morning. Her usual start time is 11 a.m., and she left in plenty of time.
I did not in the least expect this ─ I fully expected that she was going to be home today. And since she normally spends much of her weekends somewhere in Vancouver, I have no idea if she will be home later this evening or tonight.
I hope to blazes that she is not gambling again, or otherwise senselessly squandering money. She already owes me $2,400 for funds that she withdrew from what is essentially my monthly pension's chequing account. And now I cannot even investigate the state of that account ─ this has been displaying since last evening:
Planned service outage currently in progress.
Our branches are currently closed, and Digital Banking and Coast-by-Phone® are temporarily unavailable until the morning of Wednesday, April 13 while we upgrade our banking system to better serve you.
You can still use your debit card for purchases and ATM withdrawals and deposits. We apologize for the inconvenience.So my wife can be merrily withdrawing money from my account and I will have no way of knowing until next Wednesday morning.
It is already after 7:30 p.m., and I must have a bath, so I can blog no further.
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