Hope

My wife came home last night at some point following her long day of work at the Thai restaurant where she is employed, but I never certainly heard her. My first proof was when I rose just ahead of 3 a.m. ─ again not requiring the 3 a.m. alarm setting to get me up ─ and opened my bedroom door to use the toilet; she was just about to shut herself up into the bathroom.

She hadn't noticed me, though, so I awaited my turn behind my closed bedroom door.

I had my approximate one-mile walk to work my bad leg, finding it quite wet outside from recent rain, and once under a street light I noticed that a very fine spray of rain was occurring, but it was essentially imperceptible physically.

Only after I returned home did I involve myself here at my bedside computer, discovering the absolutely devastating headline: "Liberals Triumph!"

I did not need to read further. Either the election was stolen; or else most Canadians are beyond stupid, unless they lived somewhere else this past decade. I am ashamed and disgusted having to live among them, but I am a prisoner of debt and responsibilities that make it impossible for me to get the Hell away, for I cannot imagine years more of Liberal tyranny and rapacious taxation.

Had I a major lottery win freeing me up to remove myself, I could see moving to some hypothetical Alaskan border town that had a Canadian town on the other side of the border. I would use the Canadian town as my address via a postal box, but live on the American side because of their liberty in regards to firearms, and to be able to have easy access to life-saving medications like ivermectin, fenbednazole, mebendazole, and so forth ─ medications Canada prohibits because we are expected to die or else completely rely upon expensive patented / proprietary Pharmaceutical Industry treatments that are improperly tested and likely deadly.

I don't know if it was the election results, but when I returned to bed around 5:30 a.m., sleep was maddeningly elusive. I never managed to fall deep. Once I checked the time barely ahead of 7 a.m. and found that result consterning, for I was so sleepless that it was appalling that I wanted to somehow reproduce the amount of time I had already spent in bed, and it was seemingly unbearable.

Nevertheless, I think I staved off rising until maybe as late as 8:18 a.m., and just before my younger brother emerged from his bedroom to go downstairs for coffee and some T.V. news.

As usual, I waited until a little after 9 a.m. before joining him, fixing up my day's first mug of instant coffee. I think that by then he had pretty much got his fill of watching election results talk, so he invited me to put our Android TV Box into action.

I tuned in nothing election related.

First was a 1½-hour (1:28:35) video streamed yesterday to YouTube's Redacted channel: EUROPE'S BLACKOUT CRISIS "Nothing works!" & Israel's Silent War vs Iran just got worse | Redacted.

Next I sampled a 27-minute (27:43) video that was "part 20" of a series that we will not be delving into any further ─ there are apparently 34 parts in total. The video we watched had been published earlier today to BitChute's ittabena channel: The German Holocaust - Ernst Zundel - Part 20.

I have no doubt that much of what Ernst Zundel says is true, but I also disbelieve the near nobility claimed of Hitler and the German military personnel.

We finished our T.V. with the second or so half of the movie we had postponed from late yesterday morning. It was supposed to have had Annie Murphy in a bit role identified as both "Sarah" and "Woman", but I never noticed her.

The movie was 2007's Lethal Obsession. Apparently it has also been titled No Brother of Mine.

I had actually recorded the movie some while back, and now do not know my source, but it can be watched at this OK.ru link without concern of advertisement popups or anything like that, although one day this may change at the website ─ I sure hope not, for I use it quite a lot.

Lead actress Kellie Martin is unknown to me, but she is familiar ─ I am sure I have seen her work before.

The movie had a totally unexpected twist near its finish.

I also want to mention that Kellie Martin's T.V. husband seemed a decent enough guy ─ apart from his weakness for the woman he kept a recurring affair going on with; but when he displayed the craven cowardice that he did towards the movie's finish, I felt disgust for him. I can't imagine being that cowardly and self-preserving.

My wife had another full workday today, so she emerged from her bedroom around 9:30 a.m. to shower and otherwise ready for another long day, and then she left us a little past 10 a.m.

There was no rain today that I noticed, and sometimes we have had some sunshine. But not enough for any serious sunning, had I budgeted the time.

Right now it is 4:03 p.m. and I am going to take a considerable break. First on my agenda will be some exercising of my bad leg, as well as the two sets of four isometric static 'movements' that I have of late adopted.

★★★

My brother never showed up (via public transit) from his essential daily social drinking until well past 8 p.m.; so after he seemed settled in with T.V. with Bev and appeared to me to be passing out, I shut myself up into my bedroom, deciding to watch a Christmas movie because I had a bit of a hankering for two cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol).

I watched 2018's Hope at Christmas. I truly enjoyed it. I even liked the unusually handsome leading man played by an actor unknown to me ─ he was Ryan Paevey.

The leading actress seemed familiar, but not her name ─ Scottie Thompson. However, I am quite certain I have seen her work before. There was a point, though, somewhere around midway through this movie when she made a facial expression while saying something uncertain like, "Well...?" when she reminded me entirely of another actress whom I could envision in just a single close-up where she, too, looked uncertain, and said something similar.

I knew this second actress so damned well, but I couldn't nail who she was without further visual context, yet none would come.

I kept worrying over it in my mind.

Eventually full recognition came to light ─ I was reminded of actress Melissa O'Neil most recently as officer Lucy Chen of The Rookie. To me, their voices are practically identical, and even Scottie Thompson often profiled the same facial expressions ─ only her leonine eyes were truly unique to her.

As an aside, until now I have always believed that it was Melissa O'Neil who was the female lead in the 2012 - 2016 T.V. series Beauty & the Beast, but it was Kristin Kreuk.

But getting back to Hope at Christmas, Scottie Thompson's character's young daughter was played by actress Erica Tremblay, and she was a fabulous boost to my enjoyment of this movie.

My emotions were definitely affected during the latter half of the movie and especially into my second can of beer ─ I did a heck of a lot of snuffling.

If interested, my flawless source was again an OK.ru link.

Anyway, my brother must have been seated at the dining table when I sought relief before getting to bed, for no one was in view downstairs in the living room. It would appear that I shall be having another early a.m. walk for exercise of my bad leg ─ I may actually go to the elementary school playground three or so blocks away if it is not raining, and try and exercise my arms, shoulders, and torso with whatever pull-ups and chin-ups that are within my ability any longer after nigh two months away from such regular exercise.

So that's it for today at 10:41 p.m.