When was last night's bedtime ─ maybe 3:30 a.m.? I don't remember ... and I have no desire to refer to yesterday's post to learn if I gave indication.
I suppose that it was around 8:15 a.m. when I decided to get up this morning, soon discovering that my wife had come home at some point after I had gotten asleep. She had worked the latter part of the day at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.
My younger brother emerged from his bedroom a half hour or so after I had risen, and then imposed upon me to locate online somewhere for him to arrange to have the class level of his driver's licence reduced ─ or something to that effect. It was part of the Responsible Driver Program he has found himself to be a victim of.
Whatever the case, we spent 10 - 15 minutes messing about, until he finally just registered to be seen Friday, August 30, hoping that he can get done whatever it is that this reduction in status involves.
It was just past 9 p.m. when he went downstairs to boil water for an instant coffee and to watch T.V.
Anon I joined him; and when invited to activate our Android TV Box, I tuned in a 20-minute (20:39) video published earlier today at Dr. William Makis's Substack: NEW PODCAST! "15 minutes with Dr.Makis" - Episode 025: Cancer patients are being murdered in Alberta, Canada under Premier Danielle Smith.
I cannot believe this man's courage ─ he names names and plants the applicable criminal labels on the people he identifies, despite their power in his province of Alberta.
My next video choice was a Tucker Carlson interview of comedian / actor Rob Schneider, but apparently my brother's guilt over his own lifestyle made it too difficult for him to bear watching a man who was able to turn his back on that which my brother stubbornly still embraces into his senior years. Perhaps Tucker should not have opened the interview by leading Rob into that area straight off.
The 2¼-hour video was streamed August 15 at Rumble's Tucker Carlson channel: Rob Schneider: SNL Glory Days, Losing Friends Over Politics, and His Response to Daughter Elle King.
Rob Schneider blew up his career by telling the truth and then found himself much happier and in the ways that matter, far more successful.
I intend to try and watch the full video on my own, beginning from where I backed out of it ─ maybe 15 minutes or so into the interview.
My next choice was to play a movie I had previously recorded ─ 2017's Mississippi Murder.
It was interesting enough, certainly. However, I thought that it seemed to 'skip' through the storyline too much, and I now see why that may have been so. My downloaded version was something like an hour and 23 minutes, but the movie is listed online at IMDb as being a half hour longer.
Whatever wretched source it was that I used for the download apparently only offered some butchered version.
Or not?
I see that M4uHD offers the shorter version, as does WatchSeries8, HuraWatchTV, OK.ru, and the working three of five links at 123MoviesTV.
I therefore believe that IMDb and TMDB probably mirrored one another with an erroneous presentation of the movie's length, for of course neither of those information sources actually had the movie itself on file to refer to. Someone at one of those websites typed out the wrong movie length, and the other website followed suit.
Another mystery to me is that I have no idea why I recorded the movie. I cannot locate it on any list of movies I might one day watch. None of the actresses are known to me, and it would be due to an actress that I would most likely have listed the movie.
Still, I confess that red-headed actress Hani Furstenberg ─ who appeared to have the lead role ─ began to strongly appeal to me. Her mouth ─ her eyes ─ quite an overwhelming beauty! I added her to my very long list of actresses whose work I may one day watch.
The movie ended around 11:30 a.m. and my brother displayed no interest in retiring to his bedroom for some rest, so I tuned in Workin' Moms ─ season three's episode six ("Narls in Charge").
After that, it was time for his bed rest.
My wife left us unusually early this morning ─ maybe as early as 9:30 a.m. or soon after. I thought that she had a full workday ahead of her, despite how tired she would have to be for getting home so late after undoubtedly partying.
However, after my brother retired to his bedroom, I noticed her having pulled into the driveway. It seems that she had been to see a doctor.
Yesterday she had mentioned that the site of dental surgery towards the rear of her mouth either last year or earlier this year had been causing her pain now for a week or two.
Well, it seems the area is badly infected. The doctor she saw prescribed her antibiotics, but told her that she was going to have to visit the dental surgeon and have whatever was installed removed in order to try and clear out the infection.
She told me this, and then went in to her bedroom and shut the door, apparently returning to bed. She never came back out until 6:12 p.m., poor girl. I honestly feel very bad for her ─ and me, for I feel such guilt for being such a failure as a husband and provider.
I think normally she would have at least worked part of the day, so if that is true, then she must have taken the day off work.
As for the day itself ─ or its weather ─ there was quite a mix of Sun and cloud over the morning, and I was thinking that I might have to do a little latter afternoon sunning once my wife went to work. That of course did not happen. But even if she had gone to work, the afternoon early had clouded entirely over.
After my wife had returned to bed midday, I sought my nap, having eaten a meal of sorts. When I later rose, my brother was gone.
But so was his van. As of Saturday, he had to get an ignition interlock device installed, so he knows that he cannot even have one beer or that fact will register on the device and he will be unable to start his van.
Also, each failure is recorded by the device. As a result, whenever he has to bring his van in to have the device reviewed, this data will be captured, and it is not going to go well for him.
So I have no idea what he is doing or thinking if indeed he went forth and began drinking.
My wife began some supper preparation in the kitchen, and then she came to me. She wanted to go and get her antibiotic prescription, but only had $5 ─ could I give her $50?
I warned her that I was unsure how much I had left, and she saw that my wallet was sparsely populated, so she suggested that $40 might be enough.
Well Hell, I feel bad for her, so I gave her $50. I now have $40 until my monthly pension gets deposited ─ probably late next week.
I feel as if I am slowly dying by those proverbial thousand cuts ─ the assaults seem endless, with nary a visit from anything good, restorative, nor sustaining.
And she has already earmarked $700 of my pension for something of her own. I had previously acquiesced about that. However, when I relinquish the money and embark upon yet another stringent month of living, I will make the declaration that she will not be going to get any further hundreds out of me.
I can help out with small contributions, but no more am I going to sacrifice just so she can have hundred and hundreds of money to spend as she likes each month.
By the way, my brother arrived home around 8 p.m., perfectly sober. I don't know what he did to remain so by way of socializing, but he sure didn't waste any time cracking open his first beer of the evening.
Also, my wife did get the prescription filled, and was much more social than she usually is.
Anyway, I have an early a.m. five-mile+ walk scheduled for overnight that I am determined to be getting up at 1:30 a.m. to ready for, so my bedtime will be no later than 9:30 p.m., and maybe even before that.
We'll see.
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