Wildfire

Although my wife was home last night before I retired, we never saw nor spoke to one another.

And despite intending to sleep long because I was not setting my cellphone alarm, the later stages of my night were marred with wakeful periods. At least there had been some barely audible rain outside. It would have been a perfect morning for a walk to do some grocery shopping, for the day remained heavily overcast.

Had I not lost time last evening, I had intended to rise at 5 a.m. this morning and endeavoured to do some shopping at Save-On-Foods nigh a mile hence, but my routine kept me up too late. I am certain that my bedtime was after 11 p.m., but I now cannot recall if it was nearer 11 p.m. or 12 a.m.

The store opens at 7 a.m., so I would have needed to have been up early enough to normalize ─ with coffee, probably ─ and been on my hobbling way no later than 6:45 a.m.

It was 7:18 a.m. when I decided to get up this morning, checking the time in doing so. First on my agenda was to go outside to water the garden flowers located beneath the roof overhang on each side of our open dual carport. The only rain those areas ever experience has to be the driving sort carried by accompanying strong winds.

I never went into the backyard, for I had no motivation at all even for the most token stab at any pull-ups and chin-ups.

It was at least 8:40 a.m. before my younger brother emerged from his bedroom for the morning. I intended to join him after 9 a.m. for some morning T.V., but it began sounding like he was watching football games. This stayed me until my wife emerged from her bedroom around 9:40 a.m. to shower and otherwise ready for a full day at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

I try to ensure that a kettle of water has boiled and is simmering on the burner for her when she comes downstairs to mix up a hot beverage to go ─ she has a fairly long drive.

I remained downstairs in the kitchen area after the water had come to a boil, and so I was to see her to the door. By that time it was apparent that my brother was just jumping around various T.V. channels, so I enquired about his game, thinking he was awaiting something specific at 10 a.m.

But 'twas not so ─ Sundays are game day, apparently.

And so I did join him and got invited to start operating our Android TV Box. That began with a 10-minute (10:16) video uploaded two days ago to YouTube's AnitaK channel: Carney’s Gun BuyBack Facade.

I followed that with a seven-minute (7:33) video uploaded earlier today to YouTube's Rebel News channel: 'They're grasping at straws,' Odessa Orlewicz says of media narrative on planned B.C. ostrich cull.

This is an information war, and because they’re losing the information war, they’re grasping at straws,' said Orlewicz on yesterday's Rebel Roundtable livestream.

I had thought that I was tuning in the longer version from yesterday ─ a livestream that was nearly 1¼ hours. But what was done, was done, as goes the saying.

Then on the same channel I tuned in a 15-minute (15:57) video uploaded yesterday: Ostrich Farmers speak out, were arrested for trying to feed their birds.

Farm co-owner Karen Espersen and her daughter, Katie Pasitney, were arrested inside the pens after pleading to feed their birds. They claim it was part of a police sting operation.

After that, it was time to finish the movie we had only watched something over 29 minutes of Thursday morning. It was 2008's Picture This.

It was a pleasant enough bit of fluff. My brother should have enjoyed it for its father / daughter dynamic.

I'd never heard of lead actress Ashley Tisdale, but she sure did remind me ─ and my brother ─ of Sarah Michelle Gellar. By the end of the movie we had to watch the credits to be certain it was not actually Sarah Michelle.

My download source (for I had it on a thumb or flash drive) was likely this OK.ru link.

Thereafter it was time for my brother's return to his bedroom for further bed rest. By the time I finally had my much later early afternoon nap, he had already left on foot for a bus to take him away to engage his daily social drinking.

I have had absolutely no exercise today, and some of the reason for that is because today has been a bath day. That near hour leaves me so little other time for anything else; and once the bath is over with I am pretty much sapped.

Naked for the bath, incidentally, I weighed about 178 pounds.

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Desirous of cramming in a Christmas movie early into the evening, without further ado I took a blogging break and ─ after rounding up a rather light first and only meal of my day ─ here on my bedside computer I tuned in 2018's Christmas at the Palace.

My initial source at this OK.ru link was excellent, except that the volume was just a little too low for my liking. And so I abandoned it after about 18 minutes for this uFLIX.to link.

I was exceptionally happy with this Christmas movie choice, for it pretty much affected me emotionally from soon after its commencement.

Apparently I have watched lead actress Merritt Patterson in something previously, but I have no idea what. Nevertheless, I am sure it was likely another Christmas movie. Her character's best friend was played by actress Brittany Barlow, who actually appeared vaguely familiar ─ most likely an earlier Christmas movie, as well. Having both these ladies with central enough roles was a pure treat.

And lovely and adorable actress India Fowler as the barely teen child princess was perfect.

I ate my supper during the early part of the movie, then began on a can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol). But I knew it could not last me, so I poured myself a shot of Jim Beam Black Extra-Aged Bourbon (43% alcohol), nursing that before returning to the can of beer.

I could easily watch this movie again at the coming Christmastime in the proper company.

I discovered my brother to be home when the movie was done, maybe little after 8:30 p.m.

Unable to draw the line, I wanted to watch one of my regular shows while enjoying a second can of beer, so I tuned in The Rookie ─ episode eight ("Wildfire") of season seven. Granted, it swiftly eradicated the 'good feels' that Christmas at the Palace had birthed, but the episode was as exciting and dramatically involving as one could want.

And such a cliffhanger finish! I was liking the character portrayed by beautiful actress Maria Zhang, but it seems illogical to think that her role is going to extend beyond this episode.

If interested, my source was this uFLIX.to link. I had used another "stream" ("Stream #1") at that website, but it buffered to a freeze after exactly 7¼ minutes.

My morning plans primarily involve some local grocery shopping, but the store is half a mile away and does not open until 8 a.m. unfortunately, so rising at 6 a.m. will be adequate.

Right now it is 10:50 p.m., so I am going to call it a night now. By the way, my wife has been home at least a half hour ─ probably more.