Arrangement

So much for plans.

I cannot recall when it was that I rose this morning, unable to sleep further ─ maybe around 5:30 a.m.?

I was fully courting the scheme of finally making the ½-mile walk to the nearest grocery store since not having visited there well before my March 1st knee accident.

But guess what?

At maybe 6:30 a.m., my younger brother emerged from his bedroom, apparently unable to sleep. So downstairs he goes, starting off his morning extra early, while completely sabotaging mine. I needed absolute privacy to ready and leave for this walk ─ it was no one's affair but mine. If I went, then super; but if I balked at the final minute, then none needed to witness it but me.

It was infuriating. It even felt deliberate. I cannot shop during the week because I need as much solitude out there as possible; and there is far, far too much public abroad during the work week, for the store does not open until 8 a.m. ─ so this was my one shot until next weekend; and now it was taken from me.

I had to accept it, so I did.

With no other morning plans, I finished a lengthy post in my private blog; and then no earlier than 8:45 p.m. I joined my brother for some morning T.V. At that point, he was pretty much done with what was on offer for Sunday morning via our basic cable programming.

At his invitation I put our Android TV Box to work and tuned in a nearly six-minute (5:54) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's The WhatsHerFace Show channel: How BOOMERS RUINED the Canadian Election!

Well, they’ve done it again, folks. The Boomers have spoken loudly, proudly, while walking directly into a minefield. And what they are saying is that Mark "WEF" Carney is Canada’s next Prime Minister. Because nothing screams "fresh ideas" like a 59-year-old ex-Goldman Sachs banker endorsed by people who still print MapQuest directions.

But is Mark Carney all that the Boomers think he is cracked up to be? Or are they in for a rude awakening? Join me as we break down some of Carney's most devious plans and how a single generation has voted for the destruction of a nation.

The girl is completely accurate, and I am disgusted with the simple-brained 𝒷𝒶𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝒹𝓈 who helped elect in this Globalist disciple of everything World Economic Forum.

Next I tuned in a 48-minute (48:53) video uploaded October 13, 2016, to YouTube's Real Stories channel: Born Too Soon: Part One (Parenting Documentary) | Real Stories.

Born Too Soon follows the stories of pre-term babies and the experiences of their parents and their extended families. The birth of a child is one of life’s most joyous moments, but for those whose babies are born prematurely, the trauma of unexpected and early birth can be devastating – with months of uncertainty to follow.

Our third and last video was 51 minutes (51:39) and had been published yesterday to BitChute's ManInAmerica channel: SINISTER: Cartel Child Trafficking Network Exposed by Investigative Journalist w/ Hollie McKay.

Veteran investigative journalist Hollie McKay exposes the dark underbelly of cartel-run child trafficking networks. In this gripping episode, we uncover shocking truths, hidden operations, and the fight to bring justice to the innocent.

Although it was only around 10:30 a.m. when that third video ended, my brother was all set to return to his bedroom for more rest. I had noticed him a few times falling into a brief doze.

It was into the noon hour before I pursued a nap, but I doubt I was abed much over an hour, and it left me feeling remarkably unpleasant. My eyes especially feel strained.

My brother was then downstairs watching T.V. with Bev.

I decided upon my day's third and final mug of instant coffee; and it was while I was awaiting the boiling of the water that my brother and Bev left, probably to go grocery shopping.

No solicitation of me whether I wanted aught ─ I wasn't even informed that they were going anywhere, for they left without a word to me.

Bev has now lived here since late February. But apart from an occasional early afternoon trip with my brother like this to do some sort of shopping, or for any personal business she might have such as something medical, she shows absolutely no interest in going with him to see any of their friends. All she wants to do is sit in the living room absolutely every day after she gets up, and watch T.V. until she goes to bed at night ─ meantime keeping tabs on the clock until it's close enough to 5 p.m. that she can start hitting her white wine.

Anyway, they were back from shopping several minutes after 3 p.m.; and soon, my brother left to catch a bus and go social drinking.

The day has been a mix of Sun and clouds, although the afternoon seems more sunny than not; I should sit outside in the backyard, but I still feel so damned short on proper sleep.

Hell, I'm going to take a blogging break. Maybe I will try for another nap here at 3:20 p.m., since the first one was clearly a flop.

★★★

It was 5:11 p.m. when I rallied from my helpful second nap, but far too late to benefit from the afternoon sunshine. There may be another chance tomorrow, but the remainder of the week does not look encouraging for sunning.

Incidentally, I helped ensure my nap by closing my bedroom window to the atrocious noise of the neighbourhood here in my primarily South Asian cul-de-sac.

Not too very long after 7:30 p.m., I yielded to a hankering for some beer and a movie ─ a Christmas movie to help me "feel good".

My selection was 2018's A Christmas Arrangement.

Lead actress Nicky Whelan seems positively familiar to me, but nothing in her acting credits says this should be possible. Yet I enjoyed her naturalness so darned much that watching her alone helped the movie rack up points.

Heck, I even enjoyed her sassy red-headed best friend as played by actress Julie McNiven. I would absolutely love to have someone like her in my life.

I prefer Wintry settings for my Christmas movies, but nonetheless I did enjoy this one. My flawless source to watch it here on my bedside computer was this OK.ru link. And of course I did so behind my closed bedroom door, since my brother was not yet back from his beer-drinking.

Once the movie was done several minutes after 9 p.m., I peeked downstairs after quietly opening my bedroom door, and saw that my brother was stretched out in his chair watching T.V. with Bev. And anon, I soon enough began hearing their drunken banter despite me having again closed my bedroom door, for I shall not be getting involved with him in his current state.

My present plan is to rise at 3 a.m. and go forth for a token pull-up and chin-up at the elementary school playground three or so blocks away. I did work my bad leg after my second nap, and also had two sets of four 30-count isometric exercises for my arms and torso. But I haven't dared a pull-up or chin-up since Friday.

I have become so weak after being lame and housebound following my March 1st knee accident. Recovering lost strength ─ let alone what normalcy I can of my knee's quadriceps muscles ─ is now the challenge.

It is late enough, I believe ─ I am going to seek sleep with an early evening bedtime. Maybe I will rise naturally before 3 a.m. At present, it is 10: 28 p.m.