Erin

X (formerly Twitter): Mike SixEight

I have no time! It is already 8:30 p.m.

Concerning last evening, I made the four-mile round trip hike to the nearest government liquor store and blew well over $100, but over half of that is going to comprise what I will be adding to lottery gift packs as Christmas gifts for my two step sons.

I can afford nothing more. At least I can declare that I need not fret about any further Christmas shopping ─ except for myself.

To my wife's credit, she never broached the topic of the $300 she wanted from me midday yesterday. Maybe she was half drunk at that time, and came to some of her senses after several more hours of sleep?

Whatever the case, I was not home long when she approached me here in my bedroom and asked if I wanted some supper. She then went downstairs and prepared a serving for me.

I had possession of the T.V. before my younger brother's homecoming later that evening.

I had forgotten to mention that during the noon hour following the movie I wrote of yesterday, we watched an episode of Inside No. 9 ─ episode five ("A Random Act of Kindness") of season or series seven.

Only now have I learned that the lead female character was played by actress Jessica Hynes ─ I have been a fan of hers since W1A, yet I had no clue that it was her in this episode! Amazing!

Come last evening and my brother's arrival home, I used our Android TV Box to play the premiere episode of Bodyguard. It's like a six-episode miniseries.

The opening lengthy sequence was incredibly tension-filled ─ I could scarcely believe that my drunkenly dense brother almost immediately passed out and remained so until well into the second half of the episode. I am certainly that when next I tune in the series, he will have no memory of having watched any of it.

Actor Richard Madden was superb as a military / security professional verging on a breakdown. I have no familiarity with him whatsoever, but the leading somewhat older actress playing the politician he is assigned to bodyguard was extremely familiar, yet I could not place her. It was ─ oddly enough ─ only when I saw her photo in her Wikipedia biography that I immediately remembered her. She was the matriarch of The Durrells ─ actress Keeley Hawes. How strange that I could not place her throughout that episode, yet a single photo of her brought total recognition.

Other shows we were to watch were as follows:

Chicago Fire ─ episode six ("All-Out Mystery") of season 11.

Chicago PD ─ episode seven ("Into the Deep") of season 10.

Bosch ─ finale episode 10 ("Chapter Ten: Us and Them") of the first season.

Ghosts ─ episode seven ("Dumb Deaths") of season two.

As usual, I put away three cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) and one of Bumper Crop Black Cherry cider (7% alcohol). I believe that I steered away from anything more, but I am unsure on my bedtime ─ again.

I was awake exceptionally early, and could have risen before daylight ─ and I did not feel particularly illy slept. But I waited until just before 8 a.m. before rising.

My brother emerged from his bedroom barely after 9 a.m. By then I had ensured that I had possession of the T.V. and our Android TV Box set to play.

I am only going to report watching four of the latest Anita Krishna videos at her AnitaK YouTube account.

To be honest, I am pretty blank on just what we watched this morning.

My wife didn't have to work until the latter afternoon, so she left here this fairly rainy day around 3:10 p.m. Again, she never mentioned needing money, and was amicable enough.

I got a late start on my Sabbath fast because it gets dark so uncooperatively early. Also, I wanted to watch a Christmas movie and have some drink. I finished my third Cariboo Malt around 6:50 p.m., so tomorrow I will not eat anything ─ nor drink aught but water ─ until 7 p.m.

My movie choice on T.V. downstairs via the Stremio app that I have downloaded into our Android TV Box was 2017's When Calls the Heart: The Christmas Wishing Tree. Apparently it was the 40th episode of When Calls the Heart.

Lord, Erin Krakow is one exceptionally beautiful woman ─ and so seemingly wholesome!

I was unsure if I wanted to risk watching the movie, as opposed to a more modern schmaltzy movie unaffiliated with any T.V. series that I have not followed. But I had watched a previous Christmas movie from this series and regarded it most favourably.

It was a good decision to watch this. The simple and honest characters of this earlier time resonate so powerfully with me ─ I long for a small community like this. So yes, I shed tears at times; and prayed.

I want to get to bed. My brother must surely have been home nigh an hour by now, but I have remained shut into my bedroom. I am not planning any kind of early walk tomorrow, for my hike to the government liquor store yesterday evening aggravated my left foot's plantar fasciitis despite my leisurely pace. By the time I was back home and had my footwear off, my left heel was very sore to the touch.

It is much better this evening, but it was still very sensitive this morning. I am not liking this.

I am sleepy. It is 10:21 p.m., and I am eager to be abed. I will set my cellphone alarm for 4 a.m. just on the chance that I may feel inclined to risk the walk of three or so blocks to the elementary school playground for some pre-dawn exercising there.

We'll see.