Acceptable Losses

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Will I never learn?

Yesterday's supper was both heavy and very salty, even though not overmuch a large meal; and I ate it (probably) right around 6 p.m. It was thereafter that I drank two cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) and a glass tumbler of red wine (12% alcohol).

I got to bed feeling hale enough, and before 10:30 p.m., I believe.

But into the wee a.m. the dehydration / hangover effect kicked in. I found myself almost feverishly awake, checking the time about an hour of when my 3:30 a.m. alarm would be chiming ─ there was no way I could countenance rising at that time for any outing, so I cancelled the alarm setting and tried again to sleep.

Time passed miserably.

I managed a little sleep, but was sleeplessly awake again before 5 a.m. Even though I could not sleep, it would have been nearly catastrophic to have risen. I would have been unable to do anything except sit here at my bedside computer spending time, so I kept attempting to fall asleep.

Anon I did. When I next checked the time, I think that it was shortly after 8 a.m., and that seemed almost unbelievable because of how needful of sleep I still felt. But I rose, wondering if I could recover enough to have a token session of exercise in the backyard tool shed before my brother emerged from his bedroom. And so I fixed up my day's first mug of strong instant coffee with the works.

Shortly thereafter, my brother emerged from his bedroom, kiboshing my hope of some surreptitious exercising.

My day seemed a grotesque loss ─ how could everything have gone so wrong just because of a very salty reasonably-sized supper followed by the three drinks I enumerated?

Shortly after 9 a.m. I joined him for some T.V. And when he soon turned it over to me so that I could operate our Android TV Box, I tuned in the only video we were to watch ─ although excellent as it was, we still have not finished it due to its length of nearly three hours (2:51:31). It had been published June 10 to Rumble's The Joe Rogan Experience Podcast channel: Joe Rogan Experience #2335 - Dr. Mary Talley Bowden.

Dr. Mary Talley Bowden is a board-certified Otolaryngologist, Sleep Medicine specialist, and founder of BreatheMD: a direct-care ENT practice in Houston, Texas. In addition, she is a senior fellow with the Independent Medical Alliance (formerly FLCCC), the founder of Americans for Health Freedom, and also serves on the board of the Vaccine Safety Research Foundation.
https://⁠www.breathemd.org⁠

https://posthillpress.com/book/dangerous-misinformation-the-virus-the-treatments-and-the-lies

I intend for us to finish watching it tomorrow.

Besides the video's length, we cut short on it because around 11:10 a.m. at latest my brother chose to take our failed lawnmower off somewhere for repairs, and he was gone an hour. He was not home much longer before announcing that he was headed back to his bedroom for further bed rest.

I had my day's first meal and then was back to bed for a nap.

Note that my wife seemed to have a full workday, although she did not emerge from her bedroom until around 9:45 a.m. to shower and otherwise ready, and it was at least 10:15 a.m. when she left.   

My brother's next outing was on foot in the early afternoon to catch a bus so he could begin social drinking somewhere. He will be returning in the evening besotted.

By the way, I did have my token tool shed exercising while my brother was away with the lawnmower, so that worked out for me. I will have some further exercising very shortly in my wife's vacant bedroom. Both sessions will have included 20 full flat-footed assisted squats, 10 unassisted such squats, and a single unassisted squat held for a 70-count before I force myself to rise.

These are of course to challenge my damaged right leg's quadriceps muscles, although I need some other kind of exercise to rebuild the strength to elevate my fully extended right leg. The lower leg cannot be held aloft without sagging at the knee by several inches, and it is this damage that makes walking such a trial.

The morning was quite overcast, but the afternoon cleared up quite a lot. Maybe some sunning was possible, but the inclination is not within me today.

And just now at 5:10 p.m. I noticed that the sky is predominantly overcast, so sunning has likely been unlikely for quite some while.

Time for a break from blogging, and that bit of exercise in my wife's vacant bedroom.

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I exercised, and then tuned in The 100 ─ episode seven ("Acceptable Losses") of season five. It is certainly a bleak, dramatic series. The Octavia character is beyond disgusting and needs to be put down.

My source was this MoviesLoy.onl link, but first ensure that you have a very decent adblocker.

It was still daylit outside when the show was done, and I desired more than the one can of Cariboo Malt I had drunk. First, though, I gathered together my supper ─ my second meal of the day: a hunk of extra old cheddar cheese on a slice of multigrain bread, and an apple. There would be no reproduction of yesterday's dietary folly.

I also had three nutritional supplements to augment what might otherwise be a shortfall.

With my brother still away ─ he is often extra late of Fridays and Saturdays ─ I gambled on a Christmas movie for a desired change of mood. And so I chose 2018's Poinsettias for Christmas.

The title and write-up had me dubious ─ I nearly decided to watch one of my regular T.V. series, but I went ahead, using this excellent OK.ru link.

The lead actress was Bethany Joy Lenz, and initially she seemed unfamiliar to me. However, she soon became very familiar, and reminded me of two other actresses whom I am unable to identify. But she was familiar for herself as well, and I see that she is already among my so-called "labels".

Bethany has a wondrously expressive face, and also very natural wordless expressions and actions that can only be her own. I would love this woman dearly if I knew her.

Holy smoke! I have just realized that her movie father was played by the good-looking blond dude showcasing the old T.V. series The Dukes of Hazard ─ I never saw a shred of familiarity in his modern persona.

Naturally, though, I knew Bethany's movie mother ─ Sharon Lawrence; I was a huge NYPD Blue fan way back when. It only made little sense back then that the hot actress's character would somehow become romantically involved with the Andy Sipowicz character, so many years her senior.

Poinsettias for Christmas was a fine enough movie, and I could easily watch it again at some near point in the company of a kindred spirit. On this present occasion, though, I had another can of beer plus a glass tumbler of Sommet Rouge, finally emptying the four-litre box of red wine I have had for several weeks.

Maybe I matched last evening's alcohol intake, but I know that I shall not suffer the dehydration / diuretic consequences that yesterday's supper inflicted alongside my drinking.

And so I will set my cellphone alarm for 3:30 a.m., expecting the best outcome.

Enough blogging. My brother was still not home when the movie was done, but it is now 10:30 p.m., and he seems to have shown up shortly before 10 p.m. (my bedroom door has been closed all this while).

My wife may even be home.

I am about to shut things down and get to bed.