Have You Heard?

Although I did not set my cellphone alarm last night, I recall that it was around 4:18 a.m. or so that I was awake and curious enough on the time to check, so I decided that I would rise then and have a six-block walk to work my damaged right knee, for it was most unlikely that I would be going anywhere in the daylit morning.

Unfortunately I opened my bedroom door to use the toilet and saw that my infernal youngest stepson had assumed its occupation. I was burning with need for urinary relief, so there would be no going anywhere until that need had been satisfied.

Thus it was to be around 5 a.m. before I was away. There was otherwise nothing worth remarking about the walk, apart from my observation that my knee is no better for walks than it was two weeks ago ─ improvement seems to have ceased.

My wife had not come home last night, but I figured out why she had likely gone to Wat Budhapanyanantarama Saturday morning, if that was where she went as I supposed in the day's post ─ Songkran celebrations were probably in force.

It must have been well past 6 a.m. before I returned to bed this morning, but I rose again around 8:15 - 8:20 a.m. with the impression that my younger brother was already downstairs watching T.V.

He was not, but he did emerge from his bedroom shortly enough.

I waited until just past 9 a.m. before going downstairs for my day's first instant coffee and to join him.

I had to suffer through 10 - 15 minutes of the boring Global news programme he had playing before he issued his invitation that I put our Android TV Box into play.

I led us off with a six-minute (6:19) video uploaded two days ago to YouTube's The WhatsHerFace Show channel: BATTLE of the SEXES!

Welcome to the ultimate showdown where Daily Wire contributor Matt Walsh faces off against darling of the right, Megyn Kelly. Will they sit down for peace talks or argue over who left the toilet seat up? Only one way to find out!

Join me as we dive deep into this hotly contested topic and discover what men and women really want!

I was left unimpressed by the argument presented by the hostess in this episode ─ Matt Walsh was nearer the truth as I understand it to be.

The next video was even shorter (2:25), and had been uploaded yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: Two young door knockers, come to the right house! 

I asked two young lads who were out canvassing for the Conservatives what they thought about Canada right now.

I applaud the two young lads, despite having no intention to vote Conservative myself. The Liberals and NDP deserve to die out as political entities for what they have done to Canadians and our country, but I do not trust the Conservatives either. It was their meddling that caused me to find my job unbearable any longer as a Compensation Advisor in the federal government, so I probably left much earlier than I might otherwise have done.

The third video I tuned in was excessively long at 2½ hours, and had been streamed two days ago to Rumble's Health Ranger Report channel: END OF EMPIRE! Trump disses the entire world, dollar plunges, GOLD skyrockets.

I tuned out after just under 55 minutes because I wanted to watch a movie I had previously recorded, and there was far too much political sermonizing by host Mike Adams than I cared to remain exposed to.

The movie was 1970's Cromwell. I knew it was long (2:19:28), so I expected that it would require two sittings to get through, but my brother sacrificed his bed rest and we were to watch the entire feature ─ to be honest, I did not really desire to. I was fine to have stopped at noon.

My source for the movie had been published June 25, 2024, to BitChute's Page Chronicles - TRUTH Will Prevail channel: 📽 'In his raised fist, the power of the people!' Cromwell (1970) (Biography/Drama/History) G 2h 19m.

Afterwards my brother headed off to probably restock on his beer supply, as well as to acquire another four-litre box of Bev's preferred white wine that she seems to go through in about three days. She remained home to watch T.V.

He later left on foot to catch a bus to indulge his social drinking.

My wife showed up in the early afternoon, and quickly got involved cooking in the kitchen. I still had not sought my needed early afternoon nap, having already eaten, so I did that without any remark, although I did leave my bedroom door slightly ajar in case my wife felt any need to consult me about anything.

I was probably only isolated for an hour or little more. She was scheduled to start work in the latter part of the afternoon at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, but she was still present when I rose.

She encouraged me to help myself to whatever she had prepared by way of cooking, and no later than 3:15 p.m. or so was away on her rather long drive.

The day has been very sunny, and I am beginning to wonder about sunning ─ not today, mind.

Right now it is 5:27 p.m., and I am going to take a break from this post to try and work my bad knee. I am just about convinced that I have an atrophying of the vastus lateralis muscle.

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Much as last evening, Bev turned off the T.V. in the living room and repaired to their bedroom where she got her own T.V. going behind the closed door.

I could have assumed the T.V. downstairs, and I did consider it; but there was no sense getting trapped with my brother once he was home if he was too blitzed to actually watch our shows.

Then maybe as early as 8:50 p.m. he finally got home. He came upstairs to change clothes and engage Bev after a "Hey" to me as he passed by my bedroom; and soon enough he went back downstairs to turn on the T.V. and examine what my wife had cooked up earlier.

I waited until just after 9 p.m. when he began watching a new programme just commencing, and wrote the idiot off. I shut my bedroom door and began playing a show I already had lined up to go here on my bedside computer.

Eventually the link crapped out, so I had to search around, and finally settled upon this one at TVids.net.

The show was Too Close to Home ─ episode four ("Have You Heard?") of season one. It's getting darned interesting now, and there is actually some good acting and dialogue going on. But as yet, I have not found myself getting emotionally involved with any sequences. And this is the first time that I realized that the hot little junkie blonde was sister to the other two main female characters (I can't remember anyone's name).

I only had one can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol), and my brother never approached me with a tap on my bedroom door, which was fine by me ─ I've been feeling quite tired this evening.

I've just sneaked forth and used the toilet for the final time this evening, and could see my brother alone downstairs in the dark watching something he'd found of interest via our basic cable programming. His bedroom is now silent, so Bev must have crashed for the night, or at least for now.

I think that it was the evening of April 5 that my brother and I last watched any of our shows ─ he's either too damned drunk to have sense enough to be capable of watching T.V., or he's content to just sit and have senseless exchanges with Bev while her chosen nonsense plays on the T.V.

He's got to understand that I will fast become unavailable if he is not swift in enlisting me ─ none of this crap of me sitting up late for his convenience. He had his chance when he first came home this evening, but he chose to turn on T.V. and find something of his own choosing rather than watch our shows with me.

It's late enough now at 10:33 p.m. ─ I must get to bed.