😈😈😈 Another Down-Spiral

Somewhere around 3:45 a.m. overnight I checked the time and considered rising in order to make the approximately two-mile round trip hike to my financial institution's ATM so that I could deposit my younger brother's monthly expenses reconciliation cheque, but with my damaged right leg I knew that I was risking encroaching upon the earliest workday commuters before getting back home ─ especially if I stopped at the elementary school playground for exercise whilst returning.

And all of that was dependent upon me readying and leaving without any time to adjust to being up from bed.

It was just too unattractive a prospect, so I remained in bed to gain some further sleep.

I probably got one further block of sleep, for I think that it was around 4:30 a.m. when I decided to rise for the morning, by then rather kicking myself for not having gotten up earlier and having the outing.

First I watered the front yard and backyard garden plants after biding some time to wait until neighbour Arun returned into his house ─ I had no desire for any society as early as this. I'm unsure what he was actually doing, apart from just standing a short distance from his front door and facing into our cul-de-sac ─ he may have been on a cellphone call.

Anyway, once the watering chore was done, I figured it best to tackle the token backyard tool shed exercises that are my lot if I do not visit the school playground.

I had no exercise at all yesterday, yet the first set of just three pull-ups were practically excruciating to attain, as were the two in the next set. Those same numbers in the next two sets of chin-ups were slightly easier. And I finished with the usual single pull-up between two bars in the final two sets, holding the dead hang of the final pull-up for an 80-count.

I had prefaced these six sets with the usual 31 full flat-footed squats (20 assisted, 10 unassisted, and a final unassisted squat that I held in the squat position for a 100-count).

After I was back in the house, I eventually declined such that well past 8 a.m. I opted to lie back in bed in darkness and rest up. I almost decided to seek a nap, but I checked the time and saw that it was just past 9 a.m. and still my brother had not emerged from his bedroom, so I chose instead to rise and assume control of the T.V.

Well, he never emerged from his bedroom until possibly at least 10:15 a.m., looking dreadfully abused for his foolery last evening.

He had gotten home after 10 p.m. after becoming involved with neighbour Arun who at the time was whacking weeds and such along the edge of his property bordering the blocked alleyway that runs from our cul-de-sac to a main avenue.

My brother was already drunk, but becoming involved with Arun meant that my brother would be getting plied with hard liquor. I did not see him last evening, but I certainly heard the drunken idiot ─ I think that he had even gotten escorted home, possibly by Arun's adult daughter, for it was a laughing female voice that I heard pretty much wishing him well after his assurance that he was okay now that he was entering our front door.

He had come into the house, and then I think that he went upstairs to his bedroom to maybe change clothes, and may have just passed out there. Whatever the case, I never thereafter heard his drunken voice consorting with Bev's downstairs where she was watching T.V.

When he finally joined me for T.V. this morning, I was all set to play a 39-minute (39:47) video published yesterday to Rumble's Ninoscorner channel: Dr. David Martin- DOCUMENTS OF PLANNED BIO ATTACK SET FOR JULY 4TH 2025! 

Dr. David Martin sits down in the corner to blow the whistle and sound the alarms of his recent discovery of actual documentation from BioDefense Commission telegraphing and portraying a biological attack sufficient enough to cause catastrophic consequences and damages to Americas population. He states that on July 4th 2025, Washington DC will be targeted with a bio attack that could immediately infect 280,000 people, and then spread to 400,000 in just a single day. Millions could be infected and die. He believes that this is the same type of protocol as Dark Winter and Event 201. This could be the terror attack that leads to the tipping point of global chaos.. YOU DECIDE!

Wow!

Following that, I chose something more light-hearted: The Jonathan Ross Show ─ episode three of the current season or series 22.

Shortly after, my brother returned to his bedroom for further bed rest.

I had a meal; and then just after my wife had finally risen and gone into the bathroom, I finally had a nap.

It developed that she had today off work. And I was to learn that her flight to begin her trip to visit her family back in Thailand is scheduled for August 1, with her return flight September 7 ─ if I understood correctly.

She warned that she "might" have to hit me up for at least $400 when she is over there because she has little money to spend.

Yeah ... might.

I wondered if my brother might remain home today, but no ─ he left us around 2:45 p.m. to head out to the main avenue to catch a bus so that he could begin his daily social drinking (or more correctly, his daily immersion into his alcoholism).

The morning was largely overcast, and there was considerable cloud out there into the early afternoon. Had my wife not been home, and had my brother left earlier, it is possible that I might have attempted sunning. But maybe not.

Last evening I emailed off an enquiry to a clinic (Synergy Rehab) about a half mile away that includes physiotherapy. I explained the state of my damaged knee; but it seems that no one monitors their email account, or else no one was competent enough to fathom my rather comprehensive message.

This does not leave me at all impressed ─ and the clinic is merely a branch of several others. Sure, it is probable that my enquiry went to their general headquarters, and I should not blame the nearby clinic for this enquiry neglect.

But we shall see what develops tomorrow.

At present it is 4:50 p.m., so I am going to take a break from this post. My wife is busy with a little gardening following some cooking she took care of first, but it will surprise me if she remains home the evening. Still, even if she does go out, I am not expecting to be feeling like having my usual exercising in her bedroom when she is away.

What I really feel like doing is tuning in a Christmas movie and drinking to it when it is this early in my day, but I won't do that with her home. Possibly I may just stretch out here on my bed for a bit.

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My wife left a bit past 5:30 p.m.

And that freed me up for iniquity.

Ultimately I was able to tune in an episode of FBI: International here on my bedside computer, aware that my brother had apparently come home more sensibly than last evening. I see now that the episode I watched was not at all the one I thought it was supposed to be ─ supposedly I had previously seen the one I stupidly watched, but I saw nothing familiar to clue me in.

So I shall not be identifying it ─ and it cost me a can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol).

I did hope to retire earlier than I have in the recent few evenings, but I just could not do so on one can of beer after not having caught up on any of my usual T.V. shows. So I tuned in the proper episode ─ season four's premier episode ("A Leader, Not a Tourist").

The episode marks the debut of a new "Team Leader" ─ the actor who played character "Jay Halstead" on Chicago P.D. The two series are unrelated, so the actor has a new identity in this series. It was interesting watching it play out, but I was never big into Jay Halstead nor the actor playing him ─ they seemed to me to be weak links on Chicago P.D.

I'll have to see what comes of this new move on FBI: International. It is the final season after all, so ... "say no more"?

My episode source was this uFLIX.to link.

I don't think that I will be setting my cellphone alarm to be getting up in the wee a.m. for any outings, so we shall just have to see how badly I require my sleep overnight. If wakefulness presents around the usual time I might be getting up, then perhaps I will respond in kind.

It is presently 10:22 p.m., so I must start finishing up at the various browsers and tabs I have open and then get to bed now that I have that second can of beer assuaging some of my upset over my earlier misconduct.