The Devil Within

Last evening's hike to Real Canadian Superstore ─ I left home just ahead of 9:30 p.m. ─ was dry, though rain did seem to threaten, for I felt an occasional trace of moisture.

My purchase weight was negligible and easily carried with my left hand all the trip back home.

As well, my lower left leg evinced no lameness. I am convinced that certain of my footwear must bear much blame for the onset of the lameness, for last evening I held a goodly pace.

My brother was home and conscious. But it was so late by the time I joined him ─ nigh midnight ─ that he felt he only had time for one show.

I tuned in an episode of Edgar Wallace Mysteries via our Android TV Box ─ Never Mention Murder from November 1964. 

If interested, I used this source at OK.ru.

The old feature was remarkably interesting and even suspenseful.

My wife arrived home early into the short movie following her partial workday at the Thai restaurant where she has part-time employment. She was soon enough shut up in her bedroom for the night 

True to his word, my brother did head on up to his bedroom following one or two random YouTube videos that I played via the SmartTube app.

My own bedtime might have been after 2 a.m., and I was up again just ahead of 8:30 a.m., by which time my brother was already watching T.V. Even so, I waited till maybe 9:10 a.m. before joining him and getting the go-ahead to put our Android TV Box back to work.

My choice was poor ─ a 1:20:52 documentary. There are a number of sources for it, and I now do not know which one I used, but let's just say that it was this one published May 24 at Rumble's RealDealMedia channel: 'Whore of Havana' The Justin Trudeau Story (Premiere).

A Film by Dean Ryan
Exploring the checkered past of Canada's notorious
Prime Minister Justin Trudeauand his deep rooted
connection to Fidel Castro.

Dean Ryan's narration was miserable, and always drowned out by excessively loud and unnecessary music. Once I even quipped to my brother that we must actually be watching a musical!

Ryan's poor narration and the unequal volume of the segments undoubtedly soured me, but I did not find the feature to be very revelatory at all. I was going to post the link to my Facebook, but I quickly realized that I was not going to bother. It did not offer the substance that I had thought it would.

Next I resorted to a thumb or flash drive and played an episode of Chilling Adventures of Sabrina that I had previously recorded ─ episode five ("Chapter Twenty-Five: The Devil Within") of season three.

I cannot say what my download source was, but you can presently watch the episode at this MoviesJoy.cx link. The episode wasn't top notch, but still entertaining enough.

The conclusion arrived quite early into the noon hour, but my brother was fussing about upstairs, so I concluded that he was done watching T.V. and I closed down both the Android TV Box and the T.V.

It happened that he was readying to head out for the day without any bed rest.

My wife was apparently scheduled with a full workday, so she was up from bed by maybe 9:30 a.m., and on her fairly long drive over an hour later.

The day has been dry, but solidly overcast. No sunshine is predicted for the next several days. At least there is not much guilt at all in my early afternoon naps.

Early this evening, I had my supper ─ and then a Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) while watching FBI: International. I did so on T.V. via our Android TV Box's Nova TV app; I watched episode 21 ("Fed to the Sharks") of season two.

I have since been working on this post. And when I heard my brother arrive into the house at 8:36 p.m., I shut myself up here in my bedroom where I keep my computer bedside.

I have an early a.m. five-mile+ walk planned, so I hope to be rising at 1:30 a.m. and finding it still dry out there by the time I leave.

Note that my supper was unexpectedly augmented by a small dish of some hot chicken with avocado slices that my youngest stepson presented to me. I certainly am not much hungry of late, and my thick midsection displays this well. I didn't previously mention it, but my naked weigh-in early in the evening of my 24-hour Sabbath fast was 178 or 179 pounds ─ that is the highest it has been on a fair number of past Sabbath fast days.

It is now a little past 9 p.m., so I am considering this post complete so that I can have ample time to try and be abed by maybe 9:30 p.m.

We'll see.