I am too foul to possibly describe.
But let's begin with last evening after my younger brother was home from his daily 'socializing'. I decided to lead off the evening television entertainment (via our Android TV Box) with a series we have not before sampled: The Innocents.
I can only suppose that it was because of how mentally diminished my besotted brother was, but he had nothing but disdain for the episode. So instead of passing out like he commonly does during the first episode of anything I might play for us, he glowered through the show in its entirety.
To my thinking, the only reason he did not pass out was because he found the show of sufficient interest that it kept him from passing out. But what do I know?
At its conclusion, he growled that henceforth I could watch the series on my own. Well, screw him. If he doesn't enjoy it because it is not simplistic enough for his reduced mental prowess, then just bloody pass out ─ it's not a movie that's going to eat up most of his damned evening!
I am in a foul mood and ought not to be blogging. I wish my wife had not had to work today and was instead home as a comforting presence like she was yesterday.
Following The Innocents, I then tuned in an episode of Lewis, and then The Man in the High Castle.
By the way, in The Innocents, I recognized the actor in a bit role who had played the local 'right hand man' of the New York gangster who fled to Norway in Lilyhammer to try and make a new life for himself. I did not know the actor's name, but it is apparently Trond Fausa Aurvåg.
My wife was still up when my brother and I finished with T.V. last night, but she and I pretty much retired for the night at approximately the same time ─ perhaps just after 1 a.m. (She and I have separate bedrooms.)
The hot weather continues. Last night, I never even used any bed covers.
As already said, my wife had to work today, so she was up well ahead of 10 a.m. to ready for her day and her rather long drive to get to the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.
The morning's T.V. entertainment with my brother commenced with a sub-10-minute (9:40) video uploaded to Rumble yesterday: GENOCIDE OCCURING, STOP THE SHOTS!!!
Everyone share StoptheShots.net everywhere you can to help us STOP THE SHOTS!
There are over 40 doctors in this video...
Refer to the video and its description if you want the full roster of names.
We only had time for just this next video, for it was 2½ hours in duration (2:31:12) ─ an upload to Rumble a day or two ago by TheLastAmericanVagabond: CDC Has Lost The Plot (And Any Credibility) With COVID, As The True Damage Of The Jab Comes To Light.
Upon the video's conclusion my brother sought some bed rest ere busing away for the afternoon to rendezvous with one or more of his drinking buddies at a pub. I meant to nap, but dissolution restrained me.
Not only did I fail to nap, but I limited my sunning to exposing just my front. Even so, that session spanned from 3:26 - 4:12 p.m.
Since there is barely any chance that my brother is going to be back home this evening by a 9:30 p.m. deadline that I have in place for him, I will not be sitting up this evening watching T.V. ─ not late, anyway. I have one of my nocturnal walks planned that will require me to get up for it at 2:30 a.m.
I have nothing further I care to talk about ─ I did not expect to manage this much of a post.
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