Murdered

Perhaps around 5:45 a.m. I checked the time this morning and decided to rise then ─ my cellphone alarm had been set for 6 a.m., so this was close enough. The plan was to do some local grocery shopping when the store opened at 8 a.m.

Well, I never went.

I began readying for the half mile walk to the store, but I was overcome with the most peculiar need for further sleep ─ it was so damned discouraging, for it sapped all of my resolve. Something must have gone wrong with me on a metabolic level.

I hadn't even undergone any backyard tool shed exercises, believing that such activity would deplete that which I would need for the outing.

So instead of being on my way to the store just ahead of 8 a.m., I was back in bed, crestfallen. The plan was to nap if possible, or otherwise rest until I heard my younger brother go downstairs and begin watching T.V.

I heard no such thing. The next time I checked the time, it was something like 9:16 or 9:18 a.m., and he was not yet up.

So I rose and went downstairs to assume control of the T.V.

At least right after rising ahead of 6 a.m. I had watered the front yard garden plants, for the day was to be flawlessly sunny.

I now forget when my brother showed ─ perhaps around ... naw, I cannot recall if it was before or after 10 a.m. By then I had been watching filler entertainment.

At his appearance I tuned in a 20-minute video uploaded July 3 to YouTube's Jasmin Laine channel: “He Didn’t Get the Memo?”—Carney HUMILIATED as EU BETRAYS Him.

Liberals RAN OUT of Money AGAIN—Then Secretly Passed ANOTHER $8B Bill!? Mark Carney Just Got BLINDSIDED—EU Quietly KILLS His Carbon Tax Fantasy

Next I tuned in Resident Alien ─ episode one ("Prisoners") of season four.

Always entertaining ─ and remarkably dramatic for an almost riotous comedy!

Nothing else we watched merits mention.

My wife never had to work until the latter part of the day, so she was home fussing about. I never pursued my usual nap because I believed that my brother would be taking an early afternoon drive to renew his beer supply, but he never did.

That was a bummer, for it meant that I would be having to sun for about 1½ hours without the extra sleep ─ and on top of an early afternoon meal. Fortunately, though, before eating I did exercise in the tool shed managing five and then two pull-ups in the first two sets; three and then two chin-ups in the next two sets; and two and then one pull-ups in the final two sets performed between two bars.

I only held the dead hang of the final pull-up for a 45-count because I felt tortured enough.

My sunning began around 2:10 p.m., but my wife left for work before I was anywhere near done.

It is presently 7:34 p.m., and I am quite newly finished a can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) and a show here on my bedside computer ─ The Avengers. That's the old British T.V. series, of course; and in this instance, episode 21 ("You Have Just Been Murdered") of season five.

My source was this uFLIX.to link.

I had a light supper during the episode.

I plan the two-mile round trip hike in the weest a.m. to deposit my younger brother's share of the annual property takes that were also paid by cheque ─ his share was $1,505.61, so I definitely want to get it into my financial institution's ATM.

But the eve is yet too early for bed, so I am going to watch something else and have another beer.

Back soon!

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My next choice was The Guardian ─ season one's episode 16 ("Solidarity"). Damned good, as usual!

A guest actress was Svetlana Efremova ─ I am unfamiliar with her, but her character as an immigrant mother with a 16-year-old son hit me deeply. I want to say so much more, but I had better not.

Another guest actress was Missy Crider ─ her character was so deeply touching in her own fashion. 

The episode ended barely ahead of 9 p.m., and I realized that my brother was newly home from his daily social drinking. My source was this GOOJARA.to link.

But Hell! I hoped for a show reasonably short, and instead came up with Westworld ─ episode five ("Zhuangzi") of final season four.

At that point it was already at least 9:10 p.m., and the episode was listed as topping 59 minutes at this GOOLJARA.to link.

Well, why not watch a short ways into the episode? I could also kill the very last can of beer in my supply. But I held off on the can and just watched.

Before I comprehended how, 20 minutes of the episode was done, and I still had not opened the beer.

So I did. And I was hooked for the full show.

I am not going to set my cellphone alarm for 3 a.m. If I wake on my own and feel like the outing, then so be it.

My wife arrived home during the episode, and there is something we should clear up ─ such as how she can have a life insurance payment for almost $690 due on July 9 on a policy for her eldest son?

I have no time now to talk about this nonsensical idiocy ─ the infernal woman will undoubtedly expect to bleed me.

I can say no more. It is 10:35 p.m., and I must get to bed.