I wish to ensure that I get up at 3 a.m. overnight for an outing ─ it has now been nine or so days since I last had one to the elementary school to use its playground for some exercising.
Consequently, I shall not dwell overlong on this post ─ no detailing of my backyard tool shed exercises following the watering of the front yard garden plants. Suffice to say that I am holding true to what has become my norm out there.
Despite those exercises, I still ventured forth ─ possibly around 8:05 a.m. ─ to the No Frills store about a half mile from here and did some grocery shopping. The morning was overcast.
Walking is still so damned difficult with my damaged right leg.
But I did the shopping and was back home before my younger brother had emerged from his bedroom for the morning. He was not to do so until well past 9 a.m., but I was busy here at my computer and thus had not first laid claim to the T.V.
When finally I joined him and he transferred the T.V. over to me so I could operate our Android TV Box, I tuned in an excellent Tucker Carlson interview of Candace Owens streamed two days ago to Rumble: Candace Owens: Macron, Harvey Weinstein, and Why “Christ Is King” Totally Broke People’s Brains.
French President Emmanuel Macron is suing Candace Owens for claiming his wife was born a man. Candace joins us to present her evidence and explain why she’s looking forward to a legal battle.
Candace Owens is the host of "Candace," one of the most downloaded podcasts in America. She is a New York Times best-selling writer and the author of the forthcoming "Make Him a Sandwich," (https://candaceowensbooks.com/) available for pre-order now. She has recently created the series "Becoming Brigitte," "Harvey Speaks," and "The Epstein Files." She lives in Nashville with her husband and four children. She is a practicing Catholic.
We only got a little over halfway through the two-hour (2:09:16) video because I wanted us to finish watching a movie we had begun two or three days ago ─ we'll finish the Tucker Carlson show tomorrow.
The movie was 2017's Bullet Head.
It was certainly interesting and exciting enough, although the various characters' flashbacks could be distracting.
I now do not know what my download source was, but the movie is presently available for viewing at this OK.ru link.
At the movie's conclusion around 11:40 a.m. my brother returned to his bedroom for further rest. I had already had my day's first meal when I had gone downstairs to join my brother for T.V., so I was able to resort to a nap early into the noon hour without needing to eat.
The nap proved inadequate, but I made do. My brother never left for public transit to go social drinking until after 2:30 p.m., so my sunning session was later than I cared. I'm now unsure, but I believe it commenced at something like 2:51 p.m., and turned out to be just barely under 1½ hours if my start time was correct.
In the latter afternoon I had a text exchange with my wife, newly at her family home village in Thailand where her mother lives. She asked that I phone her, so around 6 p.m. I did so for maybe 4½ minutes.
But I want to break from blogging to watch a show here on my bedside computer and nurse some Jack Daniels bourbon.
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First up was The Avengers ─ episode 23 ("Murdersville") of season or series five. Lots of hoaky action, but I love it! My source was this OK.ru link.
I wish Emma Peel's outfit was skintight. At the show's conclusion, after Steed locked himself into the knight's helmet, Diana Rigg gave what seemed to me to be a most authentic peal of laughter ─ it had to be genuine.
I sure loved her back in the 1960s.
I managed to get through a little more than 1½ of two shots of the bourbon (43% alcohol). I noticed that my brother was home when the show was done at 8 p.m. or so ─ as usual, he was downstairs passed out in his favourite chair and ignoring the T.V.
Too early for bed, I next tuned in The Guardian ─ episode 18 ("Mothers of the Disappeared") of the first season. Man, after watching Bullet Head this morning, this show hit especially hard. And I could not help but remember past pooches I loved ─ notably Daboda, the very last canine member of the family for my brother and I. Daboda died in the first half of 1984, and was the last overtly affectionate critter in my life.
My episode source was this GOOJARA.to link.
I want to drink more, having added a glass tumbler of SEN (12% alcohol), a Chilean red wine, to my evening indulgence after finishing the remaining shot of bourbon.
I feel I need to brush my teeth before getting to bed ─ but even though brushing has been approximately a 12 to 15-minute or even longer chore ever since the 1970s, I still should make it to bed ahead of 10 p.m. Doing so ought to ensure that I can finally get up at 3 a.m. for an outing.
Maybe more about my wife tomorrow. Right now it is 9:30 p.m., and I must start shutting things down here on my computer.
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