💀☠💀☠💀☠ Lone Wolf

It was likely just barely after 8:30 p.m. when I set off last evening on the estimated 5.972-mile round trip hike to Fleetwood's Save-On-Foods outlet. I was walking strongly, but I was to eventually realize that I probably needed to do some jogging along Fraser Highway in order to ensure that I arrived at the store comfortably before its 10 p.m. closure, so I put in nearly half a mile of jogging.

I was perfectly sober, by the way.

The walk home was with a little over five pounds of purchases in each of the tote bags I had brought, so the weight did grow into some work to carry.

My younger brother was home and watching T.V., and my wife was pretty much sticking to her bedroom where she had her red wine (Domaine d'Or) and was likely watching videos on her tablet or smartphone.

My brother and I were to watch two of our shows once I got his invitation to put our Android TV Box to work, yet over the course of our night's viewing, I drank two cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol), one of Bumper Crop Black Cherry cider (7% alcohol), and one of Cariboo Genuine Draft beer (5.5% alcohol).

I led us off with Noughts + Crosses ─ the premiere episode of season two. I think that even my brother is finding the series to have become interesting.

When it was done, he requested something short ─ i.e., a sitcom. But I had something else in mind, and so I tuned in Resident Alien ─ the premiere episode ("Lone Wolf") of season three. He is a big fan of the series and did not realize that there were further episodes beyond the second season, so he was delighted to have the episode playing.

After my brother retired to his bedroom for the night, and I had shut down the Android TV Box and the T.V. and retired here to my bedside computer, I embraced folly and was not to finally get to bed until something like 6:30 a.m.

This has been a fell day.

I was only in bed around two hours, or very little more. It soon began pouring rain outside. That was not to last the full morning, and I doubt that was any further rain come the afternoon.

My brother didn't emerge from his bedroom until well past 9 a.m. ─ maybe nearer 9:30 a.m.

The main item we were to watch on T.V. via our Android TV Box was a nearly two-hour (1:54:09) video published yesterday at BitChute's Banned YouTube Videos channel: Tucker Carlson Network : Harmeet Dhillon | Tucker Carlson.

Harmeet Dhillon is a San Francisco lawyer who’s known Kamala Harris for more than 20 years. Her verdict: Kamala Harris is a criminal.

I am not even American, yet I am aware of how beyond unsuitable this woman is in any position of authority ─ let alone potentially President of the States!

I rather expected that my brother was going to issue a complaint about the interview and that I would have to tune in something else, but he seemed to be as interested as I turned out to be.

I am unable to remember if I had yet sought a very needed afternoon nap when my brother finished his own bed rest and headed away, or if I was still resisting it. Whatever the case, I got back to bed nearer 2 p.m. than I liked, for I wanted to thank my wife for the wonderful steak supper she had prepared for us all yesterday.

She had not yet risen when I pursued the nap, and I correctly believed that she was to be working in the latter afternoon ─ on such occasions, she will leave here by around 3:10 p.m.

Well, I never recovered sufficiently to rise from my nap until almost 4 p.m. Yet even so, I never normalized.

In fact, I broke from this post in favour of a T.V. show and some drink ─ the despair is so punishing otherwise.

Here on my bedside computer I tuned in Chesapeake Shores ─ penultimate series episode nine ("Spring Can Really Hang You up the Most" ) of its final season six.

I'm going to rather miss that series after I get around to watching the very last episode. Anyway, I managed to put down a can each of Cariboo Malt, Bumper Crop Crisp Apple Cider, and Cariboo Genuine Draft.

I had two sources crap out on me after midway through the episode, so I will only cite the final source that brought me through to the end ─ it was this link at FMovies.cab.

I want to be getting up at 1:30 a.m. for one of my five-mile+ walks ─ and a full intense round of exercising at the nearby elementary school playground ─ so I will drink nothing further (although I want badly to just get drunk).

I miss goodness ... and hope and optimism. I miss good people in my daily life outside of the remoteness that defines my relationships with everyone here in my household.

I need friends ─ actually real people near to me physically. Beautiful people!

I shan't be having a supper. I am undeserving.

It would be almost nice to just somehow not ever be again. How did I come to be like this as I sit tearfully bewildered so soon following the completion of 75 years of life?