My younger brother is still home and in his housecoat and bare feet as I type these words at 3:37 p.m., so I am almost certain that he is going nowhere this rather wet day. In other words, I just may be sitting up late tonight operating our Android TV Box, for he is surely going to get his fill of Bev's T.V. choices.
It's about time. It was the 13th that he and I last watched any of our shows late into the night, allowing me to enjoy a few cans of beer instead of the solitary beer that I indulge in when I watch something here on my bedside computer before getting to bed.
When I went to bed in the latter evening last night, I again had a wretched time finding sleep, nor could I easily return there each time I found myself awake.
My cellphone alarm was set for 3:30 a.m., but after being awake some while, I finally checked the time at 3:20 a.m. and rose then.
The intention was exercising my damaged right knee and my torso by walking the three blocks or so over to the nearby elementary school so that I could tackle some pull-ups and chin-ups ─ my concern is that I have grown too weak after better than three weeks without any exercise whatsoever of my upper body.
But it was not to be ─ it was raining steadily outside. The equipment would be drenched, affording me no useful gripping hope. In fact, the rain was such that in taking my usual six-block walk, I chose not to take my Titan baton flashlight stun gun in the tote bag I shelter it in. Instead, I tucked it beneath my heavy bomber-style jacket with its handle poking through into my left Wrangler jeans pocket.
Of course I did take my five-foot walking stick. This time, though, I attempted to do as much walking as possible without contacting the stick meaningfully to the sidewalk.
I really need to start trying to do some assisted partial squats here at home to build my lower quadriceps muscles back up, for they have clearly diminished in size and lost their capacity to sustain my weight on a bended knee.
For a second consecutive night, my wife remained away.
I forget just when I got back to bed ─ whether it was yet 6 a.m. No matter, my sleep was still very poor.
I could have risen well before 8 a.m., but why? Even when I did get up shortly after 8 a.m., it was quickly apparent that I was ill slept, so I returned to bed for a while. Maybe until around 8:30 a.m.
At 9 a.m. I finally went downstairs to boild water for my day's first mug of instant coffee, and I was soon entertaining myself with the T.V. and the Android TV Box. One such video was 14 minutes (14:25) and had been uploaded yesterday to YouTube's Northern Perspective channel: Mark Carney KICKS OUT Chandra Arya and STEALS HIS RIDING Right Before Election Call!
My brother emerged from his bedroom towards 9:45 a.m. when I was most of the way through a second video concerning being smart in Thailand, but I cancelled out of it despite its interest to me because time was short and I wanted to get through some other material.
First I tuned in a 1½-hour video published March 21 to BitChute's ManInAmerica channel: Scientists Find MASSIVE 2KM Structure Under Pyramids—Our History is a LIE!
Join me for an important discussion with Jeff Adam.
Next I tuned in our final video ─ the last half or so of an old black & white movie that we had postponed finishing two or three mornings ago. At a little under 1½ hours (1:24:39), tt had been published July 12 to Rumble's Classic Movies channel: Abraham Lincoln (1930) | Directed by D.W. Griffith - Full Movie.
Wikipedia claims that the movie is supposedly 94 minutes (1:34:00): Abraham Lincoln (1930); so how the discrepancy if BitChute has the "full movie" and it is nigh 10 minutes shorter than what Wikipedia claims?
If anything was missing, I couldn't tell.
It was quaintly enjoyable with its obvious overacting, and is definitely of some historical value as a piece of film art, I suppose.
I was trying to find a source for actress Una Merkel's 1924 movie The Fourth Horseman, but I cannot find anything. I cannot even find the claim that no copy of the movie exists ─ I would like to watch her body of early work.
At the movie's conclusion, my brother returned to his bedroom for further rest. I gathered together leftovers of my wife's cooking as my day's first meal, and brought it here to my bedroom's bedside computer. Anon, Bev quietly emerged from their bedroom and came downstairs to turn the T.V. back on early into the latter noon hour, and it shall remain on until some point into the a.m. ─ I rather hope with my brother and I in control, having been watching our shows since quite early in the evening.
I have to admit a little surprise when I had my early afternoon nap, rising several minutes after 3 p.m. to discover that he was still home and no further dressed than he had been in the morning. He won't be swilling beer as abandonedly as he does when he is out social drinking, so I am expecting his invitation to take control of the T.V. to come before too awfully long.
But this is a bath day, so right now at 4:55 p.m. I am going to tend to that lengthy chore, and will update the day a little later.
★★★
Wow! My wife showed up at 7 p.m. just as I was nearly finished my supper. It was a scrounged-up sorry meal, but at least I know that I will be eating better when I have my next meal midday tomorrow.
By the way, when I was bringing that sorry supper up to my bedroom, I unthinkingly took the first step of the stairs with my bad leg. To my delight, although the quadriceps were demonstrably weak, I actually managed the single step.
Nevertheless, that was not the time for experimentation. Maybe I am a little more able than I believed.
Anyway, as yet no indication from my relatively sober brother that he wants me to spend the evening bringing up episodes of some of the series we follow, but I will give it till 8 p.m. before I research what series I will be watching here in my bedroom, locating a source for the episode.
So I will be reporting back on this in a short time.
★★★
Well, my alcoholically brain-damaged brother was content to let 8 p.m. arrive and pass, so I shut myself into my bedroom and tuned in The Flash ─ episode 10 ("Reckless") of season eight. It was pretty good, although my first source at this TVids.net link crapped out over halfway through, so I resorted to this uFLIX.to link. It did stall three or four times at uFLIX, though, but at least it started playing again on its own after a short pause.
It is presently 9:31 p.m., so I am going to ready and get to bed early. The countdown is coming, brother ─ do this to me just three more nights, and I will have washed my hands of you for good. You will not know the outcomes of any of the many shows we have been watching together.
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