💀☠💀☠💀☠ Hopeless Recidivism

Yes, more shame.

As suggested in yesterday's post, I did finally opt to watch some shows with my younger brother once the inebriate was home from the Green Timbers Pub where he had watched Canada beat U.S.A. for gold in the 2025 4 Nations Face-Off.

We were to first watch Bosch ─ episode four ("Who's Lucky Now?") of season two; and The Outpost ─ episode five ("Under Yavalla's Control") of season three.

We also sampled the first two episodes of Wellington Paranormal, but may bother no further with the series. In fact, I am certain we are done with it.

I think that I was able to settle on three cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9%), but four are not exactly impossible. Whatever the case, it had no involvement in why I remained up in dissolution until 3 a.m. or even 3:30 a.m., for I was bound there had I not gotten involved with my brother and began the drinking.

He was already downstairs watching T.V. when I rose around 8:30 a.m.

I knew that Bev had relocated to the living room chesterfield last night after he went to bed; she was apparently still there when he came downstairs this morning.

I've got to find more to physically occupy myself with ─ activity that is edifying, for my life is so damned void of such. Why keep going if this is the best I am to know?

Although my brother and I were to tune in three videos this morning during our shared time watching T.V. via our Android TV Box, we only watched one through to its conclusion. At 55 minutes, it had been published two days ago to Rumble's Canadian Citizens for Charter Rights and Freedoms channel: C3RF "In Hot" interview with Julius Ruechel - Should Canada become the 51st state?

Major Russ Cooper (Ret'd) grills author and analyst Julius Ruechel on his belief that becoming America's 51st state would be like giving Canadians a "get out of jail free" card. Is Canada really so bad that its citizens have no other options in the face of crushing across-the-board tariffs? Could it go its own way with some structural changes that put some much needed checks and balances on a runaway and centralized governance system? Strap in for a very informative ride as options are weighed for Canada's future!

My brother went upstairs for some bed rest comfortably ahead of noon, but Bev was watching T.V. in the bedroom, so he came downstairs to the living room and resorted to the chesterfield. I did not much longer delay my usual early afternoon nap, rising to find that he had left to catch a bus in order to do some social drinking.

Bev was downstairs watching T.V. and of course would be doing so until my brother's return in the evening.

It has been a rather wet day. I had considered possibly some early a.m. exercising overnight (tonight) at the elementary school playground maybe three blocks from here, but I cannot use the playground equipment when the rain makes a secure grip impossible.

So realizing this, after midafternoon I visited our backyard tool shed and had some exercise there: two sets of pull-ups (7-2); three sets of chin-ups (2-2-2); and two sets of pull-ups between the sides of the small child's slide ladder that I have stretched across three of the shed's rafters. After a 30-count break, I then held a loose hang from the ladder's sides for maybe a 50-count.

A while after getting back in the house, I finally used the Reebok exercise pad I bought almost two weeks ago at Walmart Canada. However, all I did on it were 50 leg-raises. But I will seek to be regular with those, increasing my totals. At one time for years, I would do 400 almost daily.

I am considering abandoning my Sabbath observance of non-shopping / non-commerce. Why be a hypocrite? I observe nothing else about the Holy Day except the fast.

Saturday and Sunday mornings are the only two days of a normal week in which I can get away early in the morning on a hike to one of the stores I tend to shop at. They open at 7 a.m. Weekdays are just far, far too busy to be out there walking once the commuters and school kids start making my life a misery.

I am too needful of my privacy.

And trying to double up on Sundays by getting out in the evening is just too demanding. I need both Saturday and Sunday mornings.

If ever God helps me financially to get a secure life remotely somewhere, I will almost eagerly observe the Sabbath. Until then, I have to be realistic about my plight here, awash with masses of people for miles and miles all around me keeping me shut up indoors at home like the neurotic recluse that I cannot deny I am. 

Nevertheless, everything will depend in the coming morning upon my left foot, which since at least November 27 has been afflicted with what I diagnosed as likely being plantar fasciitis. Tomorrow I would like to tackle the 5.625-mile round trip hike to Real Canadian Superstore, seeking to leave here by 6 a.m. To ensure I go, I would need a strong mug of hot coffee with the works.

I will also need to get to bed relatively early this evening, for I intend to set my cellphone alarm for 4 a.m. in order to give me plenty of time over the ensuing two hours to normalize and psyche up for the venture ahead.

I don't like it ─ forsaking my abstention from Sabbath commerce; but my life is an oppressive ─ yet tedious ─ ordeal. If my left foot allows, I must get back into some decent long walks.

Maybe occurrences like last night's misbehaviour will be a little easier to resist.

I think I have said enough for today, so I am going to publish this post and be free to shut myself up into my bedroom once I hear my brother come home. It is 7:05 p.m.