Poor Tommy

Some good shows were watched last night once my younger brother had bused back from his daily social drinking, albeit my brother saw hardly any of the first show because he passed out.

Using our Android TV Box, were were to watch the following series in this sequence:

• This Is Us ─ the premiere episode ("Nine Bucks") of season three
• The Rig ─ the premiere "Episode 1" of season or series two
• Resident Alien ─ episode five ("Lovebird") of season three
• The Last Kingdom ─ the series finale "Episode 10" of season five

What a climactic battle scene that series finale episode of The Last Kingdom contained ─ it was almost unbelievable! I just rather wish that arrogant King Edward paid a larger price in his defeat than was to be the case. As well, I just now had to research who the teen was that the 'warrior nun' was escorting from the seashore to the fortress of Bebbanburg towards the very end of the show, for she made clear that it was likely to be momentous when he met Uhtred.

I shall miss this fabulous series. Now we shall have to watch the sequel movie at some near point in time!

By the way, it has been several years ─ maybe 2019 or even 2018 ─ since my brother and I last watched This Is Us. I had to guess that we had watched all of the second season, for all I could clearly recall was that we had seen the episode where "Jack" (the young original father) died of a heart attack when the three kids were youngsters. It seemed reasonable that we had likely watched the entire season before drifting away. Whatever the case, I cannot say that I definitely remembered anything in that third season premiere I watched last night.

I may actually have been to bed by 1:30 a.m. afterwards! However, I did drink three cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) ─ more than I have consumed at one sitting in some days. As a result, initially after I turned out the bedroom light and was into bed in the darkness, I experienced that damned vertigo that can visit the uninitiated drinker, and that was most unexpected and unwelcome.

I am losing my alcohol tolerance of the Christmas / New Years period.

My morning began around 8:30 a.m. or soon after when I rose, and I was to gain possession of the T.V. when I heard my brother stirring about in his bedroom just past 9 a.m. ere he had a quick shower.

By the time he emerged from his bedroom to come downstairs, I had a documentary all set to play. However, I now do not know my Rumble source, so choose one of your own in this search for Silenced: A Documentary.

The film was hosted by and featured Tommy Robinson (Stephen Christopher Yaxley-Lennon) and his political persecution and jailing for telling the truth about a schoolyard incident involving a White English boy and a smaller Syrian boy who was by all reports a total 𝔞𝔰𝔰-𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔢 and not the persecuted innocent that the media and islamists proclaimed.

I am getting my complete fill of islamist aggression on nearly every front.

We never even got half way through the final video I tuned in, so I will wait until we have watched it before citing it.

My wife had a full workday today, for she rose towards 9:30 a.m. to begin readying, and a little past 10 a.m. was away on her fairly long drive.

I supposed I may have gotten about an hour and 25 minutes or so in bed for my early afternoon nap, My brother had meantime been off in his van on whatever errands and was anon to be returning, only to ready anew and then head out on foot for a bus to take him away so he could yet again engage his daily social drinking.

This has been a bath day, so I felt myself short on time for the exercising I would likely have otherwise confronted. I just barely finished my bath and exited the bathroom a few minutes ahead of my eldest stepson's homecoming from his 12-hour shift at Tree Island Steel. It feels as if it's been a week since he last went to work ─ I really appreciate not having him hanging about the house throughout the morning and afternoon.

I will not be sitting up late tonight. My intention is to rise at 3:30 a.m. so I can walk over to the elementary school playground three or so blocks away and have some exercise there.

My left foot's plantar fasciitis (or whatever else may be wrong with it) has not flared up since my half mile or so round trip hike yesterday morning to do some grocery shopping at a nearby No Frills store. This is most encouraging!

Consequently, when I have that short walk overnight, I am going to wear one of my two best pairs of boots and give a pass on the five other pairs until I deem my foot to have recovered. And once it has, I must ensure that I never again undertake to jog in any of those inferior boots, for I have no doubt doing so was precisely what made me lame.

And that was back around November 27 ─ this is a damned long time to be unable to dare walk far without suffering recurrences of the inflammation that then lay me up anew.

It has already passed 8 p.m. ─ I might as well call it quits for today's post, for there is no knowing when my brother will return. I must be prepared to shut myself up into my bedroom when he does get back home.