A Viper at My Breast

I durst not spend much time on this post, for 9 p.m. is already on the approach. I must to bed anon ─ another early a.m. walk is nigh enough, and I must needs be rising at 1:30 a.m. to ready for it.

Ere getting to bed last e'en for identical reasons, I had watched a good Christmas movie ─ 2016's The Mistletoe Promise.

The lead female role belonged to actress Jaime King, who did not seem at all known to me. And although her list of acting credits is fairly long, maybe I have no reason to believe that she should be familiar.

The actress seemed a little ... scrawny; and her features implied to me a potential touch of early ageing. She was even a dab older than her male lead, handsome actor Luke Macfarlane whom I knew from the T.V. series Killjoys.

She did not seem likely to be paired with Luke, but she did grow on me over the course of the movie. I even came to find myself strongly attracted to her delicious red-lipsticked lips. As her character was presented, I know that I would have succumbed to her.

Despite some alcohol, however, the story was not the sort I am best affected by in a Christmas movie. Yes, it was definitely interesting and even capturing, but I only ever felt my eyes slightly burn maybe a couple of time ─ there were no tears. It was just a pleasant romantic movie.

For that, I do recommend it.

If you want to watch it and have a decent browser ad blocker, three sources currently are Soap2day, or MoviesJoy, or SFlix. I watched it on T.V. with out Android TV Box, and the Nova TV app that I have downloaded into it.

I am not going to drag out my narration of my early a.m. five-mile+ walk last night. I will only say that I definitely do have a strained elbow tendon and/or forearm muscle inhibiting my pull-ups (not so much my chin-ups), so I will not bother discussing my stop for exercises.

The night was very cool but dry (the playground equipment was wet with dew) and the sky clear and moonless. I left home at 1:58 a.m. and was back by 3:59 a.m.

I had two encounters I felt myself unable to avoid. The first was a young fellow who appeared a fairly short distance ahead of me at an intersection, disallowing me the chance to cross the avenue to avoid him. In passing, he queried if I had a lighter, which I did not.

The second time was about a half mile farther on ─ this time it proved to be a seemingly attractive young woman. I could have crossed the street to avoid her ─ I had the time; but that specific stretch has three or so vehicles that are always parked by each other and which seems to me to be a community of homeless people who sleep in their vehicles. As a result, I had no desire to cross over and have to walk by the vehicles.

Of course, I did not immediately know that the oncomer in the relative dark was female.

She actually initiated a soft greeting as we passed; and then as a possible afterthought when I responded, she asked if she could "borrow" a cigarette, which I did not have.

I had not stopped longer than to explain with my apology that I didn't smoke, and then continued on my way, but I suppose that it is possible that she might have been a "working girl". Maybe if I had displayed more interest, she might have been more revealing of her purpose.

By the way, on my previous night's walk, I had a coyote cross the road some distance ahead of me.

Back at home ─ and my wife had come home at some point the previous evening, probably having worked from 4:30 p.m. at the Thai restaurant where she has part-time appointment, for her bedroom door was shut tight when I had risen for my walk ─ I checked our main joint account online.

Somehow for the previous couple of days, she has been managing to plunge her chequing account deep into the negative ─ last night it was almost $3,000. How?

She barely uses her account. I am the only one regularly making large transactions. As best I can figure, she has managed to get our financial institution to extend her credit on her account, much as would be done with a credit card.

My wife has a severe casino gambling addiction, and our debt is deep due to it. Yet now it appears that she has figured out some manner of acquiring yet more credit to probably gamble away.

Again, how? Ours is a joint account ─ how could she succeed in getting this sort of arrangement without my involvement?

She had to work a full day today and of course was in too great a rush to be off to work to explain herself, but she begged I say nothing to her youngest son when I threatened that I would then have to enlist him to see if he could figure out how her account could be so deeply negative.

Bloody Hell! I have just discovered that she has gotten our institution to give her access to my private ─ hidden ─ account, and now it has been emptied of over $1,500. Why would the bastards be doing this without my okay?

I can blog no more today. I fired off a text to my wife calling her a thief, and declaring that she has robbed me for the last time. I said I want her out of my life because I can endure no more of this ─ and that she belongs in prison.