Despite recently proclaiming that I would not watch any more Christmas movies on evenings prior to when I have to get up at 1:30 a.m. to prepare for one of my five-mile+ walks, it was early enough last evening that I risked it.
The dilemma does not lie with the movie itself; rather, the concern here are the two cans of strong (8% alcohol) malt that will get downed and preface whatever supper I will then have. In getting to bed shortly after mid-evening, after a couple of hours I enter into a bit of a hangover phase that disrupts my sleep.
Last evening I found myself free to tune in a movie prior to 7 p.m., so I risked that this was sufficiently early to escape the usual consequences.
The movie I selected was 2016's My Christmas Dream featuring lead actress Danica McKellar.
I found Danica to be darned cute back when she was a teen-aged regular in the original T.V. series The Wonder Years. By January 2016, the young lass had turned 41. Yet she was still cute as heck.
I guess the movie was somewhat notable for having Deidre Hall in a support role. I have no idea why her name was vaguely familiar to me ─ I was never a soap opera fan. Maybe the credits to an episode of Days of Our Lives appeared in front of me often enough before I changed channels that the memory of her name lingered ever so fragilely; but even her face had an equal remotely recognizable quality.
Could it be that I watched the T.V. series Our House more often than I think I did? Honestly, I can't even say that I remember anything about the series.
Regardless, I very much enjoyed this movie, and I did have some very strong sentimental stretches. But I am becoming convinced that trying to watch Christmas movies in the early evening prior to when I plan to rise so darned early for a walk detracts from my full immersion into the shows. The reality of keeping track of the time is always there, as are other concerns related to my bedtime and the upcoming walk.
I shall henceforth do better to avoid watching evening Christmas movies if I have a walk planned for the wee a.m.
Anyone interested in watching the movie can do so online if their browser has a very good ad blocker. A few sources for the movie are MoviesJoy, or M4uHD, or Movies2Watch. I might recommend that last one as in having inflicted the least by way of popups or tab hijacks in the sampling of the three websites that I just made.
I forget my bedtime after the movie ─ possibly 9:15 p.m. at latest.
As feared, good sleep failed after some that was enjoyed initially. I may not have even managed any more sleep once the midnight hour had set in. And not much after 1 a.m. I simply decided to get up and have a head start on readying for my walk.
Something seems infernally amiss with my idiot brother, for at least this past week he has been sitting up ludicrously late. Can it be that he now regularly passes out soon after getting home and is thereafter too awake to care to get to bed around midnight (or soon after) as used to be his habit?
It is becoming far too annoying.
My online check of the temperature hereabouts netted a 9° Celsius claim. I also had a fully-clothed weigh-in before I left ─ maybe 186 pounds without a jacket, and 189 pounds with it on.
As a result of the inhibiting effect of having my drunken brother directly in full view downstairs in the living room ─ as well as his occasional laborious ascent of the stairs to use the toilet ─ I only exited my bedroom to use the bathroom myself. Otherwise, I remained secluded in my bedroom.
Finally, with 2 a.m. approaching, I had to leave ─ my brother was not revealing the slightest intention of calling it a night. Thus, I had to exchange some of the briefest of pleasantries after I got to the bottom of the stairs and counselled, "Don't forget where your bedroom is."
Until then, my brother had not even glanced my way, and I wondered if it was possible that he was only semi-conscious at the time and had his eyes closed. I should have said nothing and just left if he was not alert enough to have noticed me.
Once I was outside and on my way, it was 2:01 a.m. The sky was moonless and clear, and the night air cool and seemingly damp.
The hangover effect seemed to have dissipated, and I felt well enough.
But early into my walk when I stopped at an elementary school playground for some sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, I found the equipment wet with dew and so opted to exercise with my jacket on as well as my gloves.
I managed to attain the usual five pull-ups in the first set ─ I was unsure that I would; thereafter, alas, after achieving two pull-ups in the second set, at the hang following that accomplishment all of my drive abandoned me and I had nothing left. There would not be a third pull-up.
This defeat carried over. My two sets of chin-ups and the concluding two sets of pull-ups between a pair of gymnastics-style rings were all limited to two repetitions.
Displeased, I then added a further set of each exercise, each with two more repetitions, holding the final pull-up at peak elevation for a 15-count.
Then I tackled the 10 slow full-range push-ups in a declined position on a cement ramp.
In my discouragement, all I could do was hope that I was really not feeling as normalized as I had seemed. Maybe my touch of hangover and poor sleep had been factors adversely affecting me after all.
Ergo the conclusion that I must not again be having a couple of cans of malt before getting to bed if I plan on rising at 1:30 a.m. And since I refuse to watch Christmas movies without emotion-lubricating alcohol, then I must avoid watching any unless I do so in the afternoon somehow.
I recall nothing of note about the full walk; and I was back home by 4:05 a.m., so I did fairly well with the duration. I was to find my wife's car in the driveway ─ she had evidently finally gotten home following her long workday at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.
Nobody was up, though.
I may have managed to get back to bed by 5:30 a.m., and I was not to begin my morning for just about another four hours. Most unusual.
I never joined my brother for any T.V. ─ he was to leave to pick up his girlfriend Bev at 10 a.m. to drive her to work. But in his absence, I got the video all set up that we had cancelled out of yesterday for want of time during the advent of the noon hour.
It had been livestreamed two days ago to Rumble's Vaccine Safety Research Foundation channel, and was not much shy of two hours (1:52:44), although better than the first 4½ minutes was dead air: VSRF Livestream #94: Is The Fix In? An Update From American Values 2024.
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The VSRF does not endorse any candidates but we certainly can discuss the Covid Machine’s influence in the 2024 elections. Will there even be a Democrat contest? Or has the Establishment decided to save Joe Biden by cancelling democracy both in the general election and the primary? Find out this Thursday with three leaders from the Robert F. Kennedy Jr. for President SuperPAC.
Tony Lyons, President and Publisher at Skyhorse, and an attorney, was Publisher at The Lyons Press between 1997 and 2004. He founded Skyhorse in 2006 and has been involved with every aspect of the book publishing process. Starting with a small team of people, some of whom still work for Skyhorse, Tony has steadily built the company from a start-up to an increasingly prominent mid-sized publisher.
Ora Nadrich–she is a mindfulness expert, international keynote speaker, thought coach, expert contributor to DailyClout and founder & president of the Institute for Transformational Thinking. Ora served on the board of Children’s Health Defense from 2020 thru 2023 and was a public voice against the speech censorship that she witnessed during those years.
Michael Kane has worked as a New York City public school teacher for over 13 years and is a steering committee member of TEACHERS FOR CHOICE, a grassroots organization of educators and parents that is 100% opposed to all medical mandates to maintain employment. Recently TEACHERS FOR CHOICE sued the NYC Department of Education with their attorney Michael Sussman and won a court-ordered stipulation pertaining to in-school COVID testing and privacy rights. Kane has been a proud union member and active supporter of the United Federation of Teachers (UFT) for his entire career. He is a union delegate, served on union consultation committees, lobbied in Albany on behalf of the UFT on multiple occasions, and protested with rank-&-file union members against the Bloomberg administration.
I don't think that we had a full 45 minutes remaining to the video when we left it yesterday.
After it was over, I think that we only watched one further video ─ it was Odessa Orlewicz's 38-minute effort yesterday: Liberals/Unions Caught Sleazily Trying To Organize Antifa Style Counter Protests For Sept 20th Against Peaceful Parents March.
And check this out- https://twitter.com/OdessaOrlewicz/status/1702885547583365462 Trudeau funded hate group antihate.ca is leading the way to organize the unions/antifa brats to lash out at parents Sept 20th.
Interview- Canadian parents have made a lot of headwind in demanding the sex activism/porn stop in the public schools. This was recently reflected by the votes at the conservative convention and by the growing Muslim backlash against the sexualization of the little ones. Mainstream media is as usual on their rampage to call parents horrific names who are uncomfortable with the porn at school and the schools encouragement to put kids on hormone blockers. Instead of the school boards listening to tax paying Canadian parents from all walks of life, they are sleazily trying to organize behind the scenes Antifa style counter protests partially funded by the liberal government and (antihate.ca) NGO's. Kari Simpson has intel that the school boards are being political and harassing teachers to go to the parents protest and counter protest.
The video is also available here at Rumble.
That latter video ended shortly after 11:30 a.m., and at 11:40 a.m. my brother headed on upstairs to his bedroom to rest up before leaving for the day to again socialize. I was to bed for a needed nap when he left.
I rose from my nap to find my wife had finally risen. As a result of having her home until maybe 4 p.m., I did not attempt to take advantage of the day's sunshine by spending some time in it out in the backyard.
I learned from her that my brother was still watching T.V. last night whenever it was that she got home.
I want to cut this short, so I will merely add to my post that my wife did indeed leave into the latter afternoon, and will likely not be back until Tuesday ─ maybe after she finishes work that day.
I got to work on this post after she left, and then eventually was so overcome with weariness that I needed yet another nap early in the evening.
I have no plans to be getting up overnight until 4 a.m., but I will still ensure that I do not become embroiled with my brother if he shows up before I have gone to bed. I had been considering getting out after dark to buy myself a pizza, for I have not eaten since before 9 p.m. last evening ─ with one exception! When my wife was cooking this afternoon, she wanted me to try a morsel of chicken from the Thai curry dish she was preparing. So I accepted the spooned morsel out of appreciation, and not because I was weak.
As far as the pizza went, my youngest stepson approached me following my early evening nap and proffered me two pieces of a pizza that he must have earlier bought. That will therefore postpone my projected pizza purchase to some other day.
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