🔥🖤👎 More Damned Regret

Following the publication of yesterday's post, I then embraced depravity and was not to quit the activity until possibly at least 1:34 a.m. Likely only my wife and her youngest son were still up, but I remained shut up in my bedroom and despondently got to bed at last.

There was to be no early local grocery shopping.

Sure, I rose around 6 a.m., and I even had myself a mug of strong instant coffee with the works.

But when it came time to do the four-block (½ mile) walk to make the store's 8 a.m. opening, I was too weary and ashamed to venture forth into the early sunny morning. I probably needed rain, but I am unsure if even that state of affairs would have helped me feel sheltered and anonymous enough for the public outing.

So I returned to bed to await my younger brother's emergence from his bedroom, and the eventual turning on of the T.V.

I want to mention that while foully engaged in the wee a.m. last night, there came a point when I heard a barred or hoot owl very near to my open bedroom window. Maybe it had lit onto the rooftop, or maybe even onto the car port roof outside my window. But it went through its full call that is very distinctive and was much louder than this 1¾-minute "vocalization" rcording at Wikipedia.

Had my wife not been loudly engaged in a cellphone call at the time, she would have also heard it outside her own bedroom window.

It only visited here briefly, and then seemed to be joined by a companion whose voice was remarkably different in tone ─ the pair flew off fairly vocally, their voices fast fading into the night.

But returning to my morning, my brother was not to turn over the T.V. to me until around 9:50 a.m., so we only had time for one video via our Android TV Box. At just over 1½ hours (1:35:47), it had been published yesterday to Rumble's PressForTruth channel: This Is Universal Ostrich Inc. - A Deep Dive With Press For Truth.

I gotta say ─ farm spokeswoman Katie Pasitney (daughter of the owners) looks damned hot to this old guy!

I never said aught to my brother, but if he would quit wasting time with his useless morning T.V. programming via our basic cable package, we could be watching material he truly enjoys ─ I had an episode of Yellowstone planned if we had the time, but we did not.

So off he went for his bed rest. My wife emerged from her bedroom and was occupying the bathroom for an excessive amount of time, so I did not delay my nap any longer ─ I had wanted to explain the cooked tilapia I had intended to sample last evening, but which I returned to the fridge because it appeared to me to be fully intact (i.e., not sliced open and gutted).

I was to have the discussion with her later.

It appears I was wrong. Perhaps the deep-frying seared the incision along its belly, but the fish was indeed fully cleaned.

My brother was to emerge from his bedroom awhile later, and then left for a bus so he could go off social drinking.

My wife apparently had to work the latter part of today, so around 3:15 - 3:20 p.m. she left us.

Note that the very early morning sunshine was short-lived, for the sky fast became clouded, although sometimes sunshine would weakly break forth for a time. Some rain may arrive overnight and / or tomorrow.

And now with that said at 6:33 p.m. following some exercising in my wife's vacant bedroom ─ and especially performing full flat-footed squats with only the first half dozen or so assisted, and managing 10 unassisted consecutively without taking a break ─ I was even able to assume a full squat for a 60-count before managing to rise again unassisted (it was my 30th squat in total) ─ I see that the day has become perhaps primarily sunny.

I had lain down just before that exercising, thinking even to nap, on the vague chance that I might then manage to get out to shop after the darkness of evening.

But self-critique resulted in me accepting that I was unlikely to go anywhere in this overcrowded South Asian neighbourhood, and I was only losing out on vitally needed exercising.

And so the rally to attend my wife's bedroom.

This has freed me up now for some proper entertainment here on my bedside computer, so I am first going to fetch a little supper to eat anon, and I will report back later.

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These tilapia don't exactly fire up my taste buds and set 'em to watering, but I selected the second of the three in the fridge. And then I let it warm up to room temperature with some delicious pasta my wife had prepared today while I watched the 2018 movie A Godwink Christmas.

I had forgotten entirely the movie title while watching it, originally thinking it likely referred to some location.

It was pretty darned good. My emotions weren't especially caught up until near the end when the heroine and her impending beau reunited at a carousal. I got rather caught up then.

Actress Kimberley Sustad is unknown to me, and would not have been my choice for a general romantic lead. But I did definitely warm up to the young woman.

Kathie Lee Gifford had a major supporting role, and I am unsure if I have ever seen her act before, but she looked pretty damned good for a woman in her mid-60s. Too good ─ the character she portrayed would never have still been on her own.

I have to say that the greatest flaw of the movie was the main character's longtime boyfriend / fiancé ─ other than being desperate to remain successful in his legal career, the poor guy did nothing wrong. He loved the movie heroine, and badly wanted to marry her ─ even though in looks he was on another level.

Sorry, Kimberley, but it was so.

My source was this uFLIX.to link, and it played flawlessly, but you may have to deal with hijack advertisements initially in getting it playing if you do not have a very good ad blocker.

I definitely liked the movie and recommend it. I drank a can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) and a cup of Sommet Rouge red wine (12% alcohol). It still was not dark when the movie finished, and Bev was yet alone downstairs watching T.V.

I am now going to have my supper at 9:03 p.m. Bev seems getting set to watch T.V. in their bedroom.

Well ... not much after I wrote that, my brother showed up. By then, Bev had turned off the T.V. in the living room and was shut up in their bedroom.

I heard my brother go there to change clothes, and then engage in one of his bloody annoying seeming five-minute sneezing fits where he roars forth a sneeze ─ each as loud as the next ─ every 15 seconds or so for as many as 15 of 'em. Sometimes he has exceeded that.

At least Bev got to enjoy them there in their bedroom ─ he didn't go downstairs to spread his sneezes throughout the living room, dining room, and kitchen as he often does.

He only has these sneezing fits when he drinks, so something is clearly amiss with his well-being as a drunkard or sot.

I desire no association at this late hour with him, seeking to watch any of our shows together downstairs. He can haul his ass home earlier, or just make do with whatever garbage he can find via basic cable programming. I am not Bev's replacement.

But of course it means that I dare not watch another show ─ an episode of something ─ as I had intended, else he will detect that I am still sitting up and impose upon me with an invitation to activate our Android TV Box.

Thus, I shall brush my teeth and get to bed. Presently, it is 9:47 p.m.