💀☠💀☠💀☠ In Treatment

This post is going to briefly cover two days ─ December 9 and 10. And I am actually hastily composing it early into December 11. It has been arresting having my brother grounded with his van impounded and him under a three-day driving suspension ─ he has gone nowhere this weekend (December 9 and 10), except to make the four-block hike to the nearest private beer & wine store, as we referred to them when they first became legal back sometime in the 1980s.

I have lost all memory of what he and I watched Saturday morning (December 9) on T.V. via our Android TV Box. I had my usual five-mile+ walk that required me to rise at 1:30 a.m. to begin readying, although I did rise ahead of schedule, I think.

Anyway, after the walk, I was likely back to bed around 5:15 a.m., yet somehow I managed to remain abed for something over five hours ─ that is unheard of!

After I joined my brother for some T.V., the steady rain that had developed at some point during my time in bed (my walk was dry, albeit under a heavily overcast night sky) gradually transformed into heavy flakes of snow that by midday was blanketing the ground with white ─ our first snow at this latter part of the year. But I took no photos.

I was weathering a Sabbath fast as of sunset Friday, and had weighed 179 pounds into the latter afternoon of Saturday whilst naked ─ a somewhat encouraging weigh-in.

It was around 5 p.m. that my brother effectively invited me to join him at the T.V., at which point I had only just completed a post in my private blog and had not begun working on a contemporary post here.

And so it never got done.

I was to drink over the night with my brother four cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) and a shot of Kraken Black Spiced Rum (47% alcohol) ─ an alcohol total more than I have had in quite some time.

I had planned on watching a Christmas movie had my brother not been home early Saturday evening. Instead ─ if I am remembering everything ─ we started off with an episode of Riverdale. This was season four's episode eight ("Chapter Sixty-Five: In Treatment").

Then I lined us up with a couple of movies, beginning with the superb and long 2014 movie The Hobbit: The Battle of the Five Armies. I could tall you where you could access the movie online, but I just do not have the time to do the search. Ask me if you care.

Evangline Lilly makes for a bloody awesomely beautiful elf! Her elf is the sort of woman my young self needed to have found before it became too late for me (which it did ─ I believe that I am lost).

The second movie was the excellent purely coincidental 2014 move The Skeleton Twins featuring Kristen Wiig and Bill Hader. I think Kristen is fabulous and gorgeous. But again, ask me if you would like an online source for the movie.

We were also to watch an episode each of Wolf Creek ─ episode two ("Kutyukutyu") of season one, for we had mistakenly already watched episode three; The Outpost ─ season one's episode eight ("Beyond the Wall"); and finally, the premiere episode ("The Risen") of Glitch.

Oddly even my drunken brother remembered that at some point we had watched the Glitch episode ─ we both must have been very drunk, for I have no idea when. Definitely several years ago. However, last evening he was hitting the mental dead zone due to how much beer he had swilled since the latter afternoon, and thus after some miserable bitching, passed out for quite some while.

Fortunately, the episode ran us late enough ─ maybe nigh 11:30 p.m. ─ that I bade him goodnight because I wanted to rise at 4 a.m. for a good hike and some grocery shopping. I have no idea how much longer he sat up.

So that was Saturday (December 9). Sunday commences after the image.

My 4 a.m. alarm did rouse me, but I was in the grip of a hangover and was very short of proper sleep. I fixed up a mug of hot instant coffee with the works, using two heaping teaspoons of the coffee.

My eldest stepson evidently had a 6 a.m. 12-hour shift ahead of him where he works, so he eventually got up to ready for work. I secluded myself behind my closed bedroom door to allow both of us privacy.

After he left, I was not improving as much as I felt that I needed to. In fact, I returned to bed. But my conscience would allow me no calm. I knew this would be the way of it, so I rose and resigned myself to making ready and having a five-mile+ walk. All notions of any grocery shopping were abandoned ─ I knew that I was surely reeking of sweated beer. After all, I had not had a bath since Wednesday.

And so off I went at approximately 5:48 a.m.

There was to be no exercising beyond the walk, but I did engage a fair amount of slow and plodding 'old man' jogging. It was raining to some degree, so I had brought an umbrella. But I never unfurled it.

There was scant trace of the early day's snow, by the way.

I made superb time, getting back home at 7:28 a.m., if I am remembering correctly. My brother was not yet up, so I did not delay too much in returning to bed to try and sleep a little further.

He and I were later to watch just one video ─ it was 1½ hours (1:30:16), and was likely a documentary first produced back around 2005 or 2006: Hillary Clinton Exposed - The Movie She had Banned From Theatres.

I do not know which BitChute source it was that I used, but three sources are here, or here, or here.

My brother sought further bed rest after the video. I had my day's first meal, and then should have sought a nap ... but debauchery held my preference. And I was never to nap.

I did somehow revive, though ─ that is, I normalized. I even had a stiff instant coffee even though it was dark. My brother invited me to put our Android TV Box into action, but I was determined to have an evening five-mile+ walk to free me up from having one in the wee a.m. overnight. Also, it would allow me to do some grocery shopping at Save-On-Foods once I was a mile or so from home.

So I explained my intention, but I did set him up with YouTube via our Android TV Box and the commercial-free SmartTube app that I have downloaded into it. He has no idea how to use the Android TV Box, but at least SmartTube will randomly play a diversity of videos ─ much better than the rather dreary fare available to him on our basic cable package.

And so I left around 6:45 - 6:50 p.m., claiming that I would be back in a little over two hours.

And so I was ─ I got back ahead of 9 p.m., and he was watching a women's MMA match that had randomly appeared via the SmartTube app.

When it finished, he was set to have me begin fetching shows, so I led us off with the episode of The Graham Norton Show that was just telecast two days ago (December 8) ─ season 31's episode 10.

Then it was an episode of Kevin Can F**k Himself ─ episode four ("Jesus, Allison") of season two. I only just now realized that in the previous episode ("Ghost"), Peri Gilpin had a short role as the main character's mother. I don't even remember that bit. Yet I always thought that Peri as Roz Doyle on the old Frazier T.V. series was pretty darned hot!

Then it was an episode of Peaky Blinders ─ the season finale ("Lock and Key") of season six. So now I reckon we must await the promised 2024 movie sequel, since there is not to be a season seven.

We finished our viewing with an episode of Peep Show ─ episode five ("Dream Job") of season one.

My brother wants to hie himself to the offices tomorrow morning ─ where he will have to become part of a walk-in lineup of unknown length and duration ─ to get back his driver's licence; and then I suppose he will make arrangements to get his van out of wherever the impound lot is.

This blog post took me far too long ─ it is now 3:40 a.m., so I must get to bed!