Origins

My 3 a.m. cellphone alarm disturbed me from sleep that I needed, so I lacked any drive to be getting up for an outing that would result in me quite possibly remaining up for the entirety of the morning ─ it seemed too cruel a fate.

It was to take me a while to find sleep again, though.

Oddly, I now cannot recall which side of 5:30 a.m. I was to later check the time and rise for the morning, but the first thing I did was dress and go outside to water the front yard garden plants.

After doing that, I then went to the backyard tool shed for what has become my normal exercise session out there: 31 full flat-footed squats to work my damaged right leg; and then a half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups (repetitions of 5, 2, 3, 2, 2, 2) and the 50-count dead hang at the completion of the final pull-up.

My younger brother emerged from his bedroom ─ possibly around 8:30 a.m. ─ for T.V. and coffee. I joined him shortly after 9 a.m. following my day's first meal.

When I began operating our Android TV Box, I led us off with a 12-minute (12:40) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: "Car Ramming & S-Bombed! Christian singer Sean Feucht, Targeted in Canada".

"Christian Singer Sean Feucht Attacked in Canada – 6 Concerts Cancelled!"

After that came a 50-minute video streamed July 24 to YouTube's Candace Owens channel: WOAH! Trump Named In Epstein Files. ‘Becoming Brigitte’ Goes International. | Candace Ep 219.

The Macrons' lawyer sits down with CNN, 'Becoming Brigitte' goes worldwide, and a clip of Epstein being asked about Donald Trump goes viral.

That was followed with a 37-minute video streamed earlier this morning to YouTube's Krayden's Right with David Krayden channel: Sean Feucht's Warning to Canada | Stand on Guard.

Woke Canadian cities tried to put Christian musician and pastor Sean Feucht through h3ll as he brought the Gospel to this anti-Christian country. Canada is on the verge of complete moral collapse.

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And that was essentially all we watched, although there may have been some 'filler' I cannot recollect. My brother had to rouse Bev at 10 a.m. or so to ready herself, for she had a medical appointment ─ ahead of noon, I expect.

And so around 11 a.m. they were away.

By the way, my wife ─ I was in bed last evening before she got home ─ had a full workday today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, so she came forth from her bedroom around 9:30 a.m. this morning to start readying, and was away on her fairly long drive before too much past 10 a.m.

Anyway, with my brother and Bev gone, I was back to bed for a nap before (I believe) noon, and I remained there until around 1:30 p.m. My brother was downstairs watching T.V. with Bev, but he soon enough took his leave and left afoot for a bus so he could commence his social drinking.

I got in my 1½ hours of afternoon sunning. I think that I began at 2:18 p.m., and called it off at 3:49 p.m.

I've since had some exercising in my wife's vacant bedroom, but now at 6:08 p.m. I am going to take a break from blogging and round up a small supper and then watch at least one show here on my bedside computer to justify a can of Cariboo Malt.

Back anon!

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First up was The 100 ─ episode 10 ("The Warriors Will") of season five.

I am so damned fed up with "Octavia" ─ kill off the bitch already! I used to like actress Marie Avgeropoulos; but now because of her character in this series, I can't imagine wanting to ever see her work anywhere else again.

My source for the episode was this uFLIX.to link.

Though it concluded early enough in the evening, I saw that my brother had come home ─ he was downstairs passed out in front of the T.V.

I brushed my teeth after slightly updating this post ─ the toothbrushing can take 10-15 minutes; then I tuned in something else.

Titans ─ episode three ("Origins") of the first season ─ entirely wiped away the pointless nihilism of The 100 in which I find myself not caring for anyone ─ not one person ─ in the main cast of characters.

Everyone in The 100 is so far removed from anything that I can identify with that I care nothing about any of them, so it makes it difficult to be a "fan" of the series willing to carry through to the final conclusion.

But Titans makes more sense, even though I don't 'get' it yet. This is pure evil confronting whatever good it is that regular human beings are able to muster ─ that I can identify with!

My brother was awake again when I commenced this show via this GOOJARA.to link, but he was passed out anew when my show had concluded and I took a peek downstairs.

I don't understand why he chooses to be so limited ─ a slave to his alcoholism and his need for validation from the numerous other alcoholics he knows. This is his pinnacle ─ nothing is more important to him anymore. My younger brother of years agone is also gone.

This episode of Titans was long ─ nigh 55 minutes. It's excitement and deep involving interest were more than a second can of beer could endure for me. So with about 14 minutes to go, I paused the show and retrieved a glass I saw in my wife's bedroom and I opened a bottle of red Palo Alto Chilean wine that I had here in my bedroom and poured forth a goodly helping.

I am going to seek to be abed before 10 p.m. to see if it makes it easier to respond to my 3 a.m. alarm ─ I would like to exercise at the elementary school playground instead of our tool shed.

Thus, I am now publishing this post at 9:44 p.m.