Is Fine a Feeling?

Despite spending time luridly after yesterday's post instead of smartly getting to bed, I was able to break free and make it there ahead of 11 p.m.

When my 3 a.m. cellphone alarm sounded, I pretty much felt as I normally would have at that time, so rising was no issue.

When I left on my six-block walk to exercise my damaged right knee, everything was dripping wet outside from recent rain.

There were to be no incidents; and after getting back home, I had just managed getting upstairs when my wife came forth from her bedroom to use the toilet. She recognized that I must have been out walking and said as much, making an expression of disapproval on her face.

Even though I have been lame now since March 1st, she is of the mind that I should be unstintingly resting my knee so as to best heal and recover.

After she had returned to bed, I was to get around to using my bad right leg to take the lead and ascend every step of the stairs ─ including the top landing, that's 10 steps. I succeeded, but more and more I find myself needing to give myself a bit of a hop, rather than just planting my foot on the next step and concentrating on doing a strict rise of my body weight.

But at least I am doing this now, whereas before ─ not even a week ago ─ I could not do so for even half of those steps. And I was to get some practice later following my return to bed because my younger brother had not yet emerged from his bedroom by 9 a.m., so I not only took possession of the T.V. downstairs, but I even began laundering most of my bedding.

He was not too very much later, by which time I was using our Android TV Box to watch a 21-minute (21:36) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's Jasmin Laine channel: Watch Danielle Smith’s Face When Mark Carney Mocks Her—Poilievre Leaves Liberals STUNNED.

Mark Carney HUMILIATES himself on Stage—Smith’s Response Leaves Room in SHOCK & Poilievre UNLOADS

Honestly, I now cannot recall that "Marxist Carnage" humiliated himself, apart from some verbal dialogue in one of his speeches.

Next up was a nine-minute (9:38) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: MAGA Hats & E-Cigarettes! CTV's embarrassing coverage of Pierre rallies.

Pierre Pleb Parking Lot Penticton! A rally post mortem with Alex Zoltan.
Also discussed, Mike Le Couteur, Rachel Gilmore, boomers and the election.
CTV, Maga Hats, E Cigarettes Rally

Our third video was nearly 1¼ hours (1:13:57), but I am not entirely certain that this was my source ─ I will credit it nonetheless. It was published March 12 to BitChute's GodTaughtMeHow channel: CBDC: The End of Money (documentary).

Refer to the video description at the link ─ there are too many link references for me to care to be reproducing them.

We never finished the fourth video because my brother wanted to return to his bedroom for further bed rest, so I will cite it once it has been fully watched.

We've been getting a fair amount of rain today, so I was fortunate to be spared on my early walk.

After I had my midday meal and returned to bed for a nap ─ probably around 1:40 p.m. or so ─ my brother evidently drove off to visit the liquor store and stock up on beer (for himself) and another four-litre box of white wine (for Bev).

By the time I was up from my nap mid-afternoon, he had come home and left again ─ on foot this time, to catch a bus so he could engage his essential social drinking.

Is he going to return home stewed like he has been doing the past several days, allowing me to avoid becoming involved with him and then sitting up late watching some shows with him?

At least when he has drunk himself silly, he and Bev are of the same level of minimal intelligence and are complementary T.V. drinking companions.

This is a bath day for me, so with 5 p.m. approaching, I am going to break from this post to deal with that.

First though I want to mention that my wife had another full workday today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, so she emerged from her bedroom around 9:20 a.m. and was off on her fairly long drive by maybe 10:15 a.m. at latest.

If I do not sit up late this evening with a semi-sober version of my brother, then once more I will not be up when my wife gets back home.

I also want to mention that my brother and I got our federal voter information cards yesterday for the election later this month. We both tend to take advantage of advance voting, but it seems to me that the locations heretofore opened earlier than the 9 a.m. openings being listed on the cards. With my wretched bad knee, I cannot be out that late into the busy day trying to hike a little over half a mile to vote, and then make it back home again with the world as bustling as it will be by then.

I will have to vote when my brother chooses to do so.

★★★

There is no way that I can say I was happy to have stripped down for my bath and discovered my naked weight to be 178 pounds. That's ─ what ─ four or five pounds more than just four days ago?

I'll cling to the hope that it's fluid retention and not further flab development.

My brother likely showed up between 7:45 - 8 p.m. this evening from his drinking, and judging from his voice in his conversations with Bev, he was drunk enough to be undesirable company for my enjoyment.

So nigh 8:10 p.m I tuned in a show here on my bedside computer after closing my bedroom door and thus isolating myself.

I chose Batwoman ─ episode 10 ("Toxic" ) of season three. How can someone look as bloody hot as Bridget Regan does portraying Poison Ivy? Her legs in those tights are absolutely devastating!

I enjoyed the episode considerably, but I am glad to be done with the storyline of character Mary Hamilton being a secondary Poison Ivy, although I was moved by how character Beth Kane / Alice grew to care for Mary ─ I hope the sentiment is lasting, for I like Alice a lot when she is 'good'.

My source for the episode was this Wootly.ch link.

But I was not done ─ I wanted another Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol). This time, though, I did not wish to watch anything long.

My choice was Cybill ─ episode 16 ("Fine Is Not a Feeling") of season four. It has been quite some time since I last watched an episode of this old series that I am progressing through for Alicia Witt's sake.

This time my source was an m.OK.ru link ─ no popups or anything of that sort.

I had seen following Batwoman that Bev had shut herself up in their bedroom with her T.V. playing in there, and my brother was alone watching T.V. downstairs. However, the opportunity for him to enjoy my company was done ─ I am never going to be perceived as sitting up late in hopes of being Bev's replacement, so I lessened the volume for Cybill and enjoyed it and that second beer in total privacy.

I have just dared a pre-bedtime visit to the toilet, and nothing is changed, for Bev is shut up in their bedroom with the T.V. playing, and my brother is alone watching T.V. downstairs.

I think that my wife may have just come home. No matter ─ it is my bedtime. The time for this post's publication is 9:59 p.m.