Yay, Drea!

Although my wife arrived home last evening well before my younger brother, I opted to remain secluded behind my bedroom's closed door ─ when I heard her come into the house, I had shut my bedroom door because I was concerned it was my brother I was hearing, home from his daily social drinking.

When I realized that it was my wife, there seemed no point in becoming involved in anything with her ─ not if avoidance of my brother was paramount; and I believe that I was to bed ahead of 11 p.m., yet he was still not home.

I rose once overnight to use the bathroom ─ the time escapes me, but no one else was up. Apart from that, somehow I logged in at least nine hours in bed ─ practically unheard of! Could I be miscalculating?

Granted, I only slept in fractured fashion, with conscious breaks between blocks of sleep, but I was always eventually able to get back to sleep, and I was quite comfortable in bed. Even when I decided to rise around 8 a.m., I felt that I could have slept further.

And so there was to be no early excursion for any exercise ─ not even in the backyard tool shed.

My brother was not to rise until well past 9:30 a.m.

When I was set to join him for some T.V., he informed me that he would be leaving later in the morning to hook up with someone who may have been a former co-worker of his ─ the rendezvous would be in the Guildford area around noon, and drinking would be involved. Thus, my brother would be busing.

He had not even begun to get ready, so that was still ahead.

And so I tuned in an interview I very much enjoyed, although I only watched it for barely over an hour because by then my brother had broken from it and had gotten himself ready to leave for his assignation.

At just over 1½ hours (1:34:48), the video had been streamed January 17 to Rumble's Roseanne Barr channel: We are so F*cking Punk Rock! with Drea de Matteo | The Roseanne Barr Podcast #83.

Real recognizes real. After a year of numerous attempts to book her, Drea de Matteo is finally here! Listen as one badass counterculture female spits truth to the other. From blowing the whistle on Newsom’s plan to destroy California for a Chinese smart city to CERN sucking children into alternate dimensions- These two women simply do not give a fuck about what anyone thinks about them, and it’s beautiful. Roseanne has genuinely met a soul sister and friend for life.
Drea de Matteo:
https://x.com/dreadematteo
https://www.instagram.com/dreadematteo

What a uniquely spectacular beauty actress Drea de Matteo is! And the fact that she is so wide awake as to what has been happening to the world these past five years impresses me no end ─ I am a fan.

I will save the remainder of the video to probably watch tomorrow morning with my brother.

My wife emerged from her bedroom around 9:50 a.m., for she was only scheduled to work the latter part of today. Perhaps if she had not been here when my brother left late in the morning ─ maybe even by 11 a.m. ─ I might have watched some further T.V.

Instead I opted to work at getting her passport renewal application filled and printed out. This sort of thing is always a damned project.

It has been (I think) nearly a year since I last used the Samsung SCX-4623F printer, and even then the toner cartridge required constant removal and shaking to get sufficient toner flowing to print clearly enough.

The first time I attempted to print out the application ─ which is only two actual pages, with four additional pages of clarifications and directions concerning the application and the application process ─ without being prompted to print out everything, it did just that.

And none of the printing was any good ─ the pages were ruined.

I was unsure how to access the toner cartridge and probably wasted a half hour researching that. Then when I extracted it and gave it sufficient shaking, and reinstalled it, I decided to be generous and print out all six pages just to ensure that my wife had all the information she might require.

However, I printed them out singly, so as to ascertain that each page was coming out clear. The first five did, but the sixth has some indistinct areas. Nevertheless, I deemed this to not be of much consequence ─ the two-paged application is what matters most.

She's been friendlier than usual today. It's almost always the case that on such days when she leaves for work, I find myself missing her a little ─ enough to get me feeling low as the afternoon wears away.

It has been quite a sunny day, but we still seem to have about 1½ inches of snow on the ground despite it having fallen ... what, five days ago? Or was it six?

The cul-de-sac is now displaying lots of bare pavement.

I managed to avoid having a nap this afternoon ─ again, had my wife not been here, I am sure that I would have gotten one.

When my afternoon had almost elapsed, I undertook my usual nude Sabbath weigh-in to ascertain my fast's progress, but the result was disappointing: 180 pounds. I am almost certain that I have not had such poor results since the Fall. Is my lack of long walks manifesting?

I broke my fast very soon after 6 p.m. and while enjoying some T.V. ─ Prodigal Son. Specifically, it was episode eight ("Ouroboros") of season two. Most interesting.

I had thought to watch a half hour or even an hour of a very long (over 2½ hours) opera, the video title of which I have on a list of arts videos I began watching a couple or so years ago, but my source no longer carries it. I should not have allowed myself to become daunted by its length back when.

I find myself growing a little dopey now that my supper has had a chance to truly settle into me.

I have conflicting plans for the very early morning ─ shopping of some description, but I cannot settle upon just where. In view of the thick blanket of snow that is still around impeding any serious walking, I may just settle upon walking the mile to Walmart. It opens at 7 a.m. I have been considering investing in an exercise mat, but I would also like to check out their inexpensive hiking boots. And of course, I can always buy any pressing grocery needs that may strike me as prudent.

To best ensure I tackle that very early outing, I will want to rise at 4 a.m., so I shall not be having a late evening. In fact, I feel that my bedtime is not far off ─ maybe an hour or so.

Since it is 8:45 p.m. at this moment, I am going silent now insofar as blogging today is concerned.