After lying down early last evening for about an hour following a bath, I must have achieved a turning point in my respiratory affliction. It seemed to break from its hold upon me.
I never retired for the night until something like 2:33 a.m., but that was because my younger brother ─ once he was home ─ proved reluctant to call it a night and go to bed.
Honestly, it was a mistake to have bothered to watch T.V. with him; and I only drank but one can of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol).
By the time he arrived home, I had the premiere episode of Katy Keene all set up to play on T.V. through our Android TV Box. The episode was titled "Chapter One: Once Upon a Time in New York", even if IMDb does not identify it as such.
I do not fault my brother for quickly passing out; and then towards the episode's conclusion, he revived and went off to the dining table to do various things.
This is not a show my brother is capable of watching. I will continue with it on my own, but I hardly enjoyed any of the episode. As far as I can tell, the series does not warrant more than a season.
Next I tuned in an episode of The Outpost ─ season two's episode three ("Not in My Kingdom"). Normally my brother enjoys the episodes, but for the greater part of it he remained at the dining table doing whatever he was engaged with.
I do not sit up late because I relish doing so. I primarily will do it as a concession to my brother so that a few nights a week we can watch some of our shows. Had I known that he would be reading, or doing book-keeping, or whatever the bloody else he undertook, I would never have made myself available.
Even after I tuned in the excellent Wanted ─ episode three ("Us and Them") of the first season ─ I suspected that he had half passed out.
As far as I was concerned, the evening was practically a loss.
The last show we watched was Coupling ─ episode four ("The Melty Man Cometh") of season two. Although titillating enough, I found the episode to be weak because it never makes sense to me when the Sally character is played down for her sexual appeal ─ I think actress Kate Isitt as Sally back then was exceptionally hot!
After this episode, we just watched random YouTube music videos via the SmartTube app, and these kept my brother's ongoing attention ─ so, my fault. He would otherwise likely have retired to his bedroom before 1 a.m., and not well beyond 2 a.m. as was to happen.
Had I not sat up late, I could have had an early a.m. walk and maybe even exercised. I was to do nothing today.
Normally Monday mornings result in my brother leaving around 10:10 a.m. to pick up his girlfriend Bev to drive her to work, and this affords me the opportunity to visit the backyard tool shed for some exercise.
Well, while we were watching some mid-morning T.V. together (he actually never emerged from his bedroom until maybe 9:10 - 9:15 a.m.), she evidently phoned him to report that she was not going to bother going in to work today.
I could have exercised when he sought some bed rest in the late morning, but by then I had grown too hungry. I wanted to eat and be done with it so that I could later nap in the early afternoon.
I cannot exercise after I eat a meal ─ the burden feels dangerously strenuous.
Then the afternoon ran away on me. It was already past 6 p.m. before I realized it, and my motivation for exercise fled me.
Afore I knew it, my youngest stepson came upstairs to me to present me two Chinese steamed buns of some that he had brought home; and then a short time later, his older brother showed up and presented me with two slices of pizza.
The temptation was too much and I thus supped early.
But I have yet to speak of morning T.V. with my brother.
Again employing our Android TV Box, I led us off with a 20-minute (20:03) video streamed yesterday to Rumble's Mark Friesen channel: Pedophilia running rampant at AHS and BC Interior.
Then it was a fun video of just over an hour (1:06:14) added February 1, 2022, to Rumble's America's Untold Stories channel: The Custom Shop: Sex, Movies, Celebrity, Politics and Religion.
He was a multimillionaire.
The first Custom Shop was opened in 1937 on Broadway near 36th Street. It had $100,000 in sales in its first year. Four years later, Mr. Levitt owned nine shops and was a millionaire.
And Mark Groubert was his Golden Boy.
The last full video we were to watch was a July 13, 2020, 26-minute (26:05) addition to BitChute's bluedemon218 channel: Sylvia Likens (Only at Bitchute).
The Darkest Page in Chapter Black, in my opinion. Bitchute Exclusive 100th Video. Subscribers in LBRY have to come here to see this.
The second half is various stations talking about the horrific the event where youll get more from the tortures & what happens with court decisions. (Behind the scenes, extra details).
Sources:
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC3vKG8KMpcdcgwIIhTrKuiA
To my annoyance, during the second half of this most interesting video, my brother started messing around with other preoccupations such as going through a newspaper at the dining table.
Then I began playing the premiere episode of an old black & white T.V. series from our youth, and he still never sat down to watch it or show any interest. Not even half way through ─ around 11:45 a.m. at most ─ he simply announced that he was going to "stretch out" and that was that. Off to his bedroom he went.
So there it was again ─ I wasted valuable time with him when I could have been doing something productive for myself. I will replay that pilot episode tomorrow ─ first thing. He can damned well watch it then.
I am not going to bother with him this evening ─ I have been spoiling him by being available. We only have a basic cable T.V. package, and he does not know how to operate our Android TV Box ─ without me, he is stuck with what he can find to watch via that basic cable programming.
In fact, I believe that I will simply retire early this evening.
By the way, my wife had texted me early this afternoon to check on my health, so I was pleased to respond that I had essentially recovered. It is possible that she may show up late this evening, but I am not expecting it.
I shall be having a very early a.m. walk overnight, although I will not set my alarm for any earlier than 2:30 a.m. And I shall retire ere quite 9 p.m. upon having one last dose of the twice-daily doses of ivermectin that I began taking on Friday. Most likely ivermectin is why I recovered so dramatically.
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