😈Unwanted and Below👹

There is small inclination to blog, so I will not prolong this report on my day.

I think that I rose fairly soon past 6 a.m., and went outside soon enough to water the front yard garden plants. The morning sky of late is so darned cloudy ─ thickly overcast ─ that one would normally expect rain, but the cloud burns off by midday or so.

After the watering, I visited the backyard tool shed for a half dozen token sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, for I only bother with one repetition in each set presently for concern that it is fruitless to be trying to hit target maximums each day even if those maximums are rather puny.

I held the dead hang of the final pull-up for a 100-count before nearly forgetting to do my 31 squats to work my damaged right knee.

My youngest stepson had texted me last night at 2:12 a.m.:

pizza in the kitchen!

Thus that was to become the centrepiece of my breakfast that I was to enjoy following that token exercising.

My younger brother may have risen just ahead of 8 a.m., but I could be misremembering. Whatever the case, I never went downstairs to join him for T.V. until shortly after 9 a.m.

At his invitation to start operation of our Android TV Box, I asked him if he wanted us to continue with the video of the September 9 U.S. Senate hearings concerning vaccines. We had watched something like an hour and 57 minutes of it yesterday morning, but the video was over three hours (3:11:23).

He was still interested, so I tuned it back in: How The Corruption Of Science Has Impacted Public Perception & Policies Regarding Vaccines. There was to be an addition to the cast of characters towards the finish: Dr. Robert Malone.

Frankly, this second sitting of watching the video was practically intriguing.

Even my brother voiced how knowledgeable Senator Ron Johnson is about everything going on concerning COVID and the mRNA injection.

Next I tuned in two short videos that together did not total six minutes ─ I feel no need to identify them.

We were to finish with Juliet Bravo ─ episode 10 ("The One Who Got Away") of the first season or series. It was the Nova streaming app that provided the sole source link.

Though the episode ended just shy of 11:25 a.m., my brother decided then to return to his bedroom for further rest.

It was looking as if I would be back to bed for a nap well before noon ... but I overthought matters and as a result engaged sordidness. I was never to even have my nap.

Nor was there to be any sunning. This was a bath day, so when I was done with the depravity, I tackled that long chore, and then engaged blogging.

At this moment it is 4:53 p.m. and ─ desiring to wash away some of the vast distaste filling me ─ I am going to watch a Christmas movie and have a couple of cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol). I may eat a light supper first, however. Back anon. 

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The Christmas movie turned out to be 2018's Pride, Prejudice & Mistletoe.

I like actress Lacey Chabert, and this turned out to be a good choice. I really appreciated that it only had actual Christmas music one might hear on the radio, including carols ─ not a bunch of unfamiliar crap created just for the movie.

Taking them slowly, the two cans of beer were adequate for the feature.

My movie source was this OK.ru link.

Bev was certainly wrapped up in some football game downstairs. I heard the occasional outburst from her as she watched it alone, enjoying her white wine.

Since it was early enough, I took the time to brush my teeth ─ at least a 15-minute chore, as a rule. 

It finished ahead of 7 30 p.m., and my brother had still not returned home from his bus trip to go and engage his daily social drinking.

I decided on another more usual show, so I poured myself a full glass tumbler of Sommet Rouge wine (12% alcohol) and tuned in FBI: Most Wanted ─ the premiere episode ("Above & Beyond") of season five.

My source was this GOOJARA.to link.

It is 9;26 p.m. at this moment, and only a few minutes ago I heard my brother talking to my wife ─ she is home from her five or so weeks visiting her family in Thailand. I am going to shut up now and publish this post.

Incidentally, despite mailing my $130 cheque for my participation in the BC Children's Dream Lottery early enough on August 19 that it would have been collected in the morning's mail pickup, the 𝒻𝓊𝒸𝓀𝓈 still have not negotiated the damned cheque and I have now missed out on two of the only three pre-draw bonus draws.

This is utterly aggravating, and something I shall well remember!