Last evening here at my bedside computer I was around 12 minutes into FBI: Most Wanted ─ episode 12 ("Black Mirror") of season four ─ when my brother tapped upon and actually opened my bedroom door a foot or so to invite me downstairs to operate our Android TV Box and watch shows there.
Apparently Bev had retired to their bedroom.
I was involved in a can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol), so I took it and another can with me downstairs, warning my brother that I intended to finish watching the episode there on the T.V.
And I did. Yet despite how good the episode was, my brother could not maintain full consciousness.
He was conscious, though, when it concluded, so I next tuned in Riverdale ─ episode 10 ("Chapter Eighty-Six: The Pincushion Man") of season five.
Late into the episode my wife arrived home from her full day of work at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, and was putting some things away in the kitchen when I heard her speaking to Bev who had apparently ─ drunkenly ─ wandered back downstairs. My wife pointed out some non-spicy dish that she had brought home, should Bev be hungry.
I had just begun playing another show when Bev came up behind my brother and the two of them started drowning out the T.V. volume with their senseless chatter, my brother having to speak louder than necessary in order for Bev to understand his words.
She was eating a sausage or something, so he had to investigate; and that was my cue to wash my hands of him for the night. I think that it was maybe 11 p.m. at latest. But as I was about to make my way to the stairs, he and Bev preceded me. Apparently he was putting the wayward thing back into the room.
It mattered not ─ I had my fill of the both of them. Also, I was not keen on sitting up late.
And so I got to bed ahead of midnight with just two beers 'under my belt'. Had I not badly suffered sinus congestion overnight that fouled a good sleep by having me awake a lot, I might have been able to rise at 5 a.m. and later make the four-block hike to the nearby medical clinic for its 7 a.m. opening and have my damaged right knee reassessed.
I did break the respiratory infection that I developed Tuesday last week after my 14 or maybe even 15 hours at the Surrey Memorial the weekend of March 1-2 when my knee was finally X-rayed four times and pronounced intact, but I have a gradual buildup of nasal mucous congestion that proves remarkably bloody whenever I blow forth the accumulation.
So today I have been regularly using my homemade solution of water, H2O2, and Himalayan pink salt throughout the day, employing an eyedropper and inhaling deeply the treatment. Perhaps it will kill any resident virus within my sinuses causing this annoyance, for otherwise I feel to be my normal self. If I can get to bed tonight ahead of midnight, maybe I will sleep well enough to make that 7 a.m. medical clinic visit tomorrow.
The hurdle about getting to bed early enough is that my brother remained home today, apart from driving off early in the afternoon on an errand or two. He is very probably going to request me early into the evening to join 'them' downstairs to put our Android TV Box to work, for by then he will have had his fill of Bev's lineup of ludicrous game and reality shows, and old sitcoms.
And it was not too much after 4 p.m. that I heard him open what might have been his first can of beer.
This morning he did not emerge from his bedroom until 9:15 a.m., but I had not been keeping tabs on the time so I had not made claim to the T.V. ─ I think I had been up since maybe 8:30 a.m. or so.
When I soon enough joined my brother, he was immediate in inviting my to operate our Android TV Box, so I led us off with an eight-minute (8:42) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: Mark Carney, David Lametti, Marco Mendocino, Back Together!
We then finished watching the video we had broken from at noon yesterday: 🎙️ 📢 Dr. David Martin Speaks on the Covid Injections at the 'National Citizens' Inquiry Hearings Held in Edmonton, Alberta March 6/2025.
That was followed by a four-minute (4:35) video uploaded September 21, 2024, To YouTube's Ember channel: I converted a MINIVAN into a CAMPER : FULL BUILD.
I'm hitting the road in my own self built minivan camper conversion!
Watch as I transform a humble Toyota Sienna SUV into a cozy and functional home on wheels. I share with you my tips from what I've learned. This has been a dream of mine for a long time. I watched all the videos, and now I finally created my own!
I'm so excited to share with you the full build I created with help on my Sienna, Serenity.
I prioritized a comfortable sleeping area, with an efficient kitchen, and storage solutions that fit my nomadic lifestyle. Follow along as I share moments from my wild life on this journey of freedom and explore the possibilities of van life!
It is the first video in a rather intriguing series by a most attractive adventurous young woman, so we'll try the series out for a time and maybe keep following it.
Next may have been a 10-minute (10:10) video uploaded June 5, 2023, to YouTube's History in Photos channel: 31 Historical Photos You Haven't Seen Yet - Story in Photos.
Then came a 10-minute (10:53) video uploaded June 25, 2022 to YouTube's Dates and Dead Guys channel: Why History FAILS to Explain The Beast of Gévaudan and Other Unknown Creatures.
I went down a bit of a rabbit hole on this one. In totality, I think the concept of describing the unknown is interesting and the example I feel tie together but there isn’t an overarching narrative. I hope you enjoy. If you make it to the end, you may learn something.
Human memory and speech provide an obstacle that is hard to account for in regard to getting to truth. There are countless examples throughout history of people incorrectly describing things or events. Much of this isn’t intentional. Small mistakes can often compound and make the reader question what the person writing truly knew. Examples of this come from Herodotus and Rome but my purpose is only to use them for context in showing the historical descriptions of the Beast of Gévaudan and working to draw conclusions on what the creature murdering peasants in the French countryside really was.
We were to get a little ways into an old movie that I had downloaded, but I will not reveal anything about that until we have finished watching it.
My wife only had to work the latter part of today, so she didn't emerge from her bedroom to commence working in our kitchen until Bev was already up and watching T.V. in the living room.
I was tickled awhile later when my wife addressed me here in my bedroom to enquire if I had yet eaten, which I had not. In fact, I had last eaten midday yesterday, so it was well over 24 hours since then. She then asked about my knee, so I revealed it to her, suggesting that I might go to that nearby clinic tomorrow morning.
There is no longer a great deal of swelling, apart from the area embodied by the knee cap. When I place a hand on my other (left) knee, and then on my damaged right knee, immediately everything feels completely unnatural. It is as if the knee cap is not located properly, and other structures are also askew.
It was nice having some pleasant interaction with my wife. But soon after 3 p.m., she was gone on her rather lengthy drive to the restaurant.
My early evening is upon me, and I feel that I wouldn't mind 'stretching out' for a bit on the ol' bed in some darkness. Should my brother seek me out ere I write further, then I will simply publish this post before going downstairs with a couple of beers.
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It is after 9 p.m. now, and I have just finished both a can of Cariboo Malt and FBI: International ─ episode eight ("Remove the Compromise") of season three. My source was this TVvids.net link. The show was definitely exciting enough, and a wee bit prescient in that drug cartels now are being perceived as terrorist groups by the U.S.A. under the Trump Administration ─ it was supposedly a nearly outlandish proposition in this FBI: International episode.
Downstairs, my suck-hole brother is sitting through Bev's shows ─ The Masked Singer or whatever it's called may have ended at 9 p.m., and now they're back to old sitcoms ─ I don't know how many episodes a day of The Big Bang Theory Bev needs to watch, but my simple brother just goes along with it.
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I was near the tail end of The Rookie ─ episode six ("Secrets and Lies") of season six. A great episode, incidentally. Then the tap came on my bedroom door ─ drunken Bev had been settled into the bedroom, and my brother was supposedly free. (By the way, I watched the episode at this TVvids.net link.)
I suppose I can handle one ─ maybe even two ─ shows before getting to bed, and hope for the best in the a.m. But it will probably cost me four Cariboo Malts overall tonight.
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