Lost ... and Lost Again

X (formerly Twitter): Mike Primavera

Last night's bedtime may have been 9:30 p.m., for I had entered a certain resurgence of the feverish state from this respiratory affliction that has been badly affecting me since quite early Tuesday afternoon.

My cellphone alarm was set for 7 a.m. with the thought in mind that I might be able to handle a token exercise session out in the backyard tool shed before my younger brother rose for the morning.

Although sleep was never easy, I remained abed except for (I believe) just two toilet breaks. The first was a little before 1:30 a.m., and the second was right around 3:40 a.m.

I think my fever broke during the night, for at one ─ or both ─ of those toilet breaks I was to find my bedding remarkably damp from sweating. And even though I feel I was likely awake over half the night if there was some way of tallying the total time slept with that in which I was conscious, I was reconciled with remaining in bed to heal.

Come 7 a.m. I did rise readily enough, but normalization was not at all cooperative and 8 a.m. had arrived by which time I deemed it too late to bother with the tool shed.

My brother may have emerged from his bedroom ahead of 8:30 a.m. ─ recollection is faulty; but as usual, I waited until after 9 a.m. before joining him for some morning T.V.

Fridays are his usual laundry mornings, a process that involves a couple of loads; so between the washing and the drying, he can be absent from the T.V. for a number of minutes at a time ─ sometimes it seems near 10 minutes. As a result, I tend not to normally tune in anything via our Android TV Box I deem crucial for him to be present for and watching.

Thus, I will mention just three videos I feel were of note.

First was a 15-minute (15:25) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's CHP Canada channel: CHP Talks: Katie Pasitney—Holding on for Justice at the Ostrich Farm! #cull #rcmp #cfia.

My guest this week is Katie Pasitney, who’s been on our program before. She is the official spokesperson for Universal Ostrich Farms in Edgewood, BC. My wife and I were onsite with Katie last week to see the situation for ourselves; we were so impressed with Universal Ostrich Farms and the hundreds of volunteers and supporters who have come together in community to stop the unreasonable slaughter of the ostriches.

As most of you know, the CFIA (Canadian Food Inspection Agency) wants to cull, kill and eliminate the farm’s 399 healthy ostriches. They refuse to test the birds or even to allow them to be tested (or counted). Dozens of RCMP are on the property and an unknown number of CFIA agents are also on the property and have taken on themselves the responsibility of caring for these unique birds since they are preventing the owners from accessing, feeding or looking after their own birds. The Supreme Court of Canada has not yet determined whether they will hear the case, in spite of international concerns being raised at the highest levels.

Learn more or contribute to legal costs at: https://saveourostriches.com

Also from yesterday on YouTube and concerning the same topic, we watched this 19-minute (19:21) video at the Redacted channel: They Just Turned 200 Ostriches Into Liquid - The Canadian Government’s Latest Horror Show | Redacted.

Canada's CFIA is bringing in machines to hide the evidence of the ostriches being killed at Universal Ostrich Farm.

The sole other video worth mention related to Jamaica and Hurricane Melissa's devastation, but I have no idea which YouTube channel carried it.

My brother returned to his bedroom for more bed rest, but not before my wife had risen and was busy in the kitchen. By then I had already snacked, so I was clear to also seek a nap.

Once I had risen again, my wife directed me downstairs to help myself to some food she had prepared, so I had a light selection.

I want to mention that yesterday my brother returned to his daily routine of busing away in the afternoon to social drink after a four-day layoff due to his own respiratory affliction. So of course he was away today in the early afternoon.

My wife was scheduled to work the latter part of today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, so after she left I seriously considered having the light exercise session that I usually undertake in the latter afternoons when her bedroom is vacant, but then I reconsidered despite this then being my third consecutive exercise-free day.

Only Bev was home at that point, and would be having to deal with 'trick or treaters' once they start calling (despite a fair amount of rain). My concern was that she would somehow feel the need to seek me out about some Hallowe'en-related issue while I was stripped down and attempting exercise. After all, I am leaving the door-answering entirely to her ─ I bought the goodies, but I want nothing else to do with the event (the curse of being reclusive by nature).

It is just not worth the gamble that something will not arise for which she will seek me out.

I really do feel like I have finally broken the grip of my condition, despite an occasional heavy cough and sometimes even sneezing, for my nose is still a little 'runny'. I am actually considering rising at 3 a.m. overnight and making the ¾-mile round trip hobble to the elementary school playground for some exercise there.

I have not had a drink in two days due to my illness, but I am going to ─ right after I tune in a Christmas movie. At present it is 5:31 p.m., so I am going to take that break.

Back a little later.

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My movie was 2018's Christmas Lost and Found.

Reasonably early into it I could hear Bev in her boisterous voice, so I figured she must be dealing with her first 'trick or treaters', and so I opened my bedroom door to peer downstairs; I could hear my eldest stepson's voice involved in the joyous doings. He lives with his girlfriend quite a number of miles from here,

His younger brother had texted me several days ago that if we needed Hallowe'en goodies, his brother (and girlfriend) could bring some over, for they might be visiting. But I already had made my own purchases; and I had the impression that the visit was for back then.

The Christmas movie put me into a 'nihilistic' or 'annihilistic' frame of mind wherein I feel such unworth and loss that I only crave my oblivion, so I shut myself back into my bedroom and proceeded with the movie, feeling utterly sorry for myself and totally antisocial.

I did check a while later, and I could see the visiting lad still downstairs.

I watched the full movie, and did enjoy it, although the grandmother character was bordering on malicious for the torment that she caused her granddaughter, played by actress Tiya Sircar, whom I am entirely unfamiliar with. But I see that she has acted some time earlier, so it is likely I have seen her ─ she is just not familiar.

A supporting actress ─ Lisa Durupt ─ was visually very familiar, even if her name was not familiar. I expect that I have seen her in at least one other Christmas movie, for her face leaves me with good vibes. 

As I said, a pretty good movie overall. My source was this RidoMovies.tv link. I held myself to one tallboy (16 ounces) can of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol). and the movie was probably finished just ahead of 7:20 p.m.

Towards 7:40 p.m. Bev had to answer the door again, and I heard her call forth that she would "get it" ─ too which my eldest stepson's girlfriend responded. Therefore, both he and she are probably still here.

I am typing this in the present now ─ at 7:46 p.m. the doorbell has rung, so more kids are calling. I am not going to risk peeking downstairs from my bedroom. I feel too withdrawn ─ too socially disabled to socialize with my stepson and his girlfriend.

Consequently, I am going to pause from this blog post for some 'lights out' and lie down. If I have nothing further to report, I will just publish this post.

I should never be left alone.

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I was salvaged by an episode of The Rookie ─ episode 10 ("Chaos Agent") of season seven. My source was this MovieGo.sh link.

Damn! Maybe these maudlin Christmas movies do me no good after all?

I heard my eldest stepson and his girlfriend making their farewell to Bev ere quite 8:09 p.m., so that resurrected me. It was clearly far too early for bed, so I selected something new to watch here on my bedside computer and poured myself a glass tumbler of Domaine D'Or red wine (12% alcohol) and was quickly caught up into the familiar world of that series.

It was so fabulously effective, bringing me back to what covers for normalcy for me. I was restored. 

At the episode's conclusion I went downstairs for a small supper, and thereby felt out Bev about the evening thus far. She reported that my eldest stepson and girlfriend ordered in a supper and ate that here while involving themselves with the spooky visitors; and then because I had provided far more 'goodies' than was needed for the evening, they left with approximately half of what remained.

Why were the young couple here? Bev had no answer for that.

My brother returned home a little before 9:30 p.m.; and I think that my wife did similarly at 9:40 p.m.

Feeling more together now, I am going to brush my teeth and see about getting to bed more sensibly.

I am still unsure about rising at 3 a.m. though. We shall see. Right now it is 9:48 p.m., and I desire no more drink

Much Improvement Over Yesterday

Despite all the time I spent in bed yesterday trying to heal from this incredibly swift and powerful respiratory infection I wrote of, I was to spend another 9½ or so hours in bed overnight ─ although there were bathroom breaks. I think that the hits of vitamin C tablets were likely responsible for increasing the usual sense of urgency.

Into the latter part of my night I was to rise and go downstairs, feeling remarkably better ─ it was likely around 6:30 a.m. Due to having no appetite following my midday meal yesterday I found myself distinctly hungry, but I sufficed with a rich-tasting cookie ─ one of three I suspect that my youngest stepson left in a ziplock bag on the kitchen counter. They were likely baked by his girlfriend.

Then I returned to bed. Throughout the night I had considerable wakeful periods, but I understood the healing process required me being abed, and I was never much restless.

Considering that I only felt the symptoms of this ailment when I rose from my early afternoon nap on Tuesday (two days ago), that I was so severely afflicted so very swiftly is mystifying. I remember once in some T.V. sitcom ─ possibly Mary Tyler Moore spake it ─ something to the effect that a cold is three days coming. three days at its worst, and three days in leaving us.

This thing had me down in half a day's time.

But I seem to have broken its grip. Sure, I am still fairly feverish; but my joints and muscles aren't aching beyond what is normal, and I've got that appetite. There is considerable pressure within my skull ─ I wouldn't want to try strenuous or even any exercising for fear of inducing a stroke or other hemorrhage elsewhere; but my body feels like I could handle it otherwise. And my beak won't stop running ─ mucous flow is ceaseless.

Even so, I anticipate being able to resume my normal exercising routine as of tomorrow, beginning with rising at 3 a.m. for the ¾-mile hobble over to the elementary school playground for some exercising there.

Yesterday was a bath day, but I had to postpone it because I was just too ill to handle such a chore.

What has me wondering is how something so wicked can be bested as quickly as this? One day coming, one day at its worst, and (I hope) one day fading away.

My day began around 8:30 a.m. as a broad estimate; my younger brother was downstairs watching T.V. news shows, but I waited till after 9 a.m. before joining him.

At his invitation to put our Android TV Box to work, I led us off with a very long video published earlier today, but when the host identified the date as being a week earlier, I tuned out ─ too much has already happened in the world to be watching a 'current affairs' show that's a week old.

So I tuned in a nearly 1½-hour (1:27:57) video also published earlier today to Rumble's The White Rabbit Network channel: Tucker and Col. MacGregor Warn How Neocons Are Exploiting the Drug Crisis to Drag America Into War.

I followed that with an episode of the old Route 66 T.V. series ─ it was episode eight ("Legacy for Lucia") of the first season. In researching the episode for this post, I did not anticipate that lead actress Arlene Martel was anything but foreign-born. And that being so, I never expected that I would have seen her act in anything previously, but now I see that I have probably seen her quite a number of times before.

I of course recognized a couple of the supporting character actors, even if I couldn't attach their names. I must say, actor John Larch looked to me to be well-built in his (forest warden?) uniform.

Our source was likely this December 30, 2023, upload to YouTube's Classic Films & Serials Now! channel: Route 66 S1E08 Legacy for Lucia (November 25, 1960). 

My brother returned to his bedroom for further rest following the episode which he largely missed because of a phone call from one of his drinking buddies.

I fixed up a hearty first meal of my day, and then it was back to bed for a needed nap. I was to rise later and find that my wife was home, and would be for the evening ─ a day off work, apparently.

Right now it is 5:43 p.m. and I am going to take care of that postponed bath.

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I seem to have suffered some decline since my bath. So much so that I am not going to watch any shows here on my bedside computer, nor have a beer. In fact, right now it is 9 p.m., and I am going to get to bed. It tends to take a while for me to get to sleep initially; and there are always those periodic wakeful periods.

And 3 a.m. strikes rather early.

Dreadfully Ill

X (formerly Twitter): Lara Logan

Today has been virtually Hell for me, thanks to the respiratory infection that I discovered was developing yesterday afternoon when I rose from my early afternoon nap.

Overnight I used the toilet around 1:30 a.m., and could not sleep thereafter. I felt feverish, chilly outside of bed, joints ─ especially my hands and left wrist ─ and muscles aching, draining nasal passages as well as clogging of sinuses, burning eyes, weakness. There would be no activity today.

At 3 a.m. I did consider my venture to the elementary school playground, but my younger brother was still up and I had no desire for communication with anyone.

I tried to sleep, finally giving up just before 4 a.m., occupying myself here at my bedside computer. Then I heard my brother finally coming up the stairs ─ to his bedroom, I expected.

Towards 5 a.m. I opened my bedroom door ─ the T.V. was still playing. Did he not retire after all?

A cautious investigation revealed him to be absent ─ he was so drunk that he just went to bed with no thought of the T.V.

I was not up too much longer, for I was feeling so damned in need of sleep. And I was to remain in bed until something like 8:38 a.m., a little surprised that my brother was downstairs again watching T.V.

When I later mentioned his 4 a.m. nonsense, his expression clearly revealed that he had no memory of being up that late.

As for morning T.V., the only two shows we stuck with were Poirot ─ episode two ("Murder in the Mews") of the very first series or season; and a 2013 movie titled The Employer.

I found the movie to be very unsatisfying because I detest evil people triumphing unscathed.

But should you wish to watch the feature, my source was uploaded August 9, 2019, to YouTube's Movie Central channel: The Employer | Full Thriller Movie | Malcolm McDowell | David Dastmalchian.

Anyway, after my day's first and thus far only meal, I had my nap. Initially I felt better, but then a decline struck and it has lasted. I had to return to bed around 5 p.m. and more or less remained there for well over three hours.

This is supposed to be a bath day, but that is not an experience I can brave. I'm so damned ill. I only rose this evening to discharge my blogging debt.

Why the Hell is the outside of my left wrist so infernally cripplingly sore? It feels as if it is semi-sprained, but I can only attribute the problem to be the fault of resting my hand in some peculiar position in bed for too long.

I feel myself too sick to care to drink. Besides, I want to remain in bed and not find myself being forced from it to use the toilet due to excess fluid intake.

Am I to lose tomorrow too?

Right now it is 10:24 p.m., and I am going to get back to bed.

Work Gossip

I just cannot seem to sleep in until 7 a.m. if I get to bed the other side of midnight. Nevertheless, I remained abed until my cellphone alarm sounded.

Anon I was to have a token six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups out in the backyard tool shed ─ just one repetition in each set. The thick sidebar of the old metal ladder to a small child's slide is simply too punishing to work with. Apart from not being able to grip it due to its thickness, it serves to aggravate even more what I expect is so-called texting thumb in each hand ─ thumb joint pain from constant computer keyboard use.

I may have held the dead hang of the last pull-up for a 55-count, but I can no longer remember.

And then I worked at challenging the atrophied lower quadriceps muscles of my right leg due to my damaged knee. As usual, four assisted partial squats held in the semi-squat for a 40-count each time as I gripped each of the ladder apparatus on either side of me; and then I performed the 31 unassisted full flat-footed squats, holding the very last squat in a full squat for a 100-count before forcing myself to slowly rise.

It was an overcast day, and a few times we've had some rain.

I remembered this morning to set The Graham Norton Episode where my younger brother and I had left off due to buffering at the 14-minute mark a few days ago ─ it was season or series 33's episode two. I found that Taylor Swift came off as being extremely likeable and intelligent ─ as she did when last she was on the show. I also enjoyed Greta Lee whom I am familiar with from The Morning Show where we never see her happy and flirtatious ─ nor wearing a fairly short skirt.

My brother was very late in emerging from his bedroom ─ so very late that my wife rose, showered and so forth, and then left for her scheduled full day of work at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time. For a change she actually left a little ahead of 10 a.m.

Apart from The Graham Norton Show, all my brother and I were to watch was a two-hour (2:06:30) video streamed October 24 to Rumble's Tucker Carlson channel: Cheryl Hines: Stories From “Curb Your Enthusiasm” and Sticking by RFK on His Way to the White House.

If Cheryl Hines hadn’t married Bobby Kennedy, she might never have known just how cruel and intolerant Hollywood is.

My brother and I like Cheryl, so this was a good interview, although he did retire again to his bedroom before it finished because by then we were probably approaching 12:20 p.m.

I was to have my day's first meal and then sought a nap. I rose from it suddenly aware that I seem to be developing a respiratory infection. My brother has been ailing with one for several days, and today marks the third day in which he refrained from busing away in the early afternoon to go social drinking. Instead, he's been doing it here at home with Bev, filling their late afternoon and evening time with World Series playoffs (Toronto Blue Jays vs. Los Angeles Dodgers) and maybe some NFL games for the most part.

And of course, my wife had been suffering something similar just prior to his affliction.

But here I must take leave to try and watch a couple of shows along with some drink and still get to bed early enough to make rising at 3 a.m. for my ¾-mile round trip hobble to the elementary school playground for some exercising there.

Back shortly.

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I tuned in Heimebane ─ episode one ("Stolt fortid, stor framtid") of the second season. The series title translates as "Home Ground", while the episode means something like "Proud past, great future".

I strongly enjoy this series, even if I do have to read English subtitles so I can understand the Norwegian dialogue.

Unfortunately I had to rely upon this WLEXT.is link, as I believe I have done for all of season one. There seems no source that does not thrust new and unwanted advertisement tabs and windows before a visitor can finally get an episode playing and made full-screen.

I deemed it to be approaching folly if I watched another episode of any other dramatic series, so I relented and poured myself a shot of Jim Bean Black Extra-Aged bourbon (43% alcohol) and tuned in the sitcom Kevin from Work ─ episode two ("Gossip from Work") of the first season.

This is a truly fun series!

My happy source was this CineGo.tv link.

And so a single tallboy (16 ozs) can of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) and the bourbon shot are sufficient for me this evening.

I want to brush my teeth with some hydrogen peroxide (possible help against the respiratory development I discovered this afternoon) and coconut oil ─ it could take as much as 15 minutes; and I have a few things here on my computer to clear away.

Consequently, I am going to publish this post now at 9:26 p.m. so I can try to be to bed by 10 p.m., but that may be wishful.

Hollow Norman

My 3 a.m. alarm got me up overnight for my ¾-mile round trip hobble over to the elementary school playground for the planned exercising.

Before leaving, after seeing online that it was going to be on the chilly side out there (maybe 40º F., or 5º C.), I had weighed myself fully clothed because I correctly anticipated that I would be exercising with my heavy jacket on. Actually, I both weighed myself without it ─ around 185 pounds; and with it on ─ approximately 188 pounds.

I found it wet outside from some earlier rains, but there was lots of clear sky.

The playground equipment was dripping with wet, so I needed to wipe dry what I would be exercising with. I expected to likely fare poorly, and I did.

So with a 30-count between sets, I began with two sets of pull-ups (3-1 repetitions); two sets of chin-ups (2-2 reps); two sets of pull-ups between a pair of half-rings (2-2 reps); and a final set of just one pull-up, and I held the dead hang at completion for a 60-count.

Then it was over to the nearby metal ramp for 10 slow full-range decline push-ups.

Back home, just before I was set to return to bed at 5:30 a.m. or a little thereafter, I remembered that I wanted to set up an episode of The Graham Norton Show to play from the 14-minute mark where it had failed Saturday morning.

So I went downstairs and had gotten the T.V. turned on and then the Android TV Box activated ... when I heard my younger brother quietly sneaking forth from his bedroom. I had heard him much earlier open his bedroom door, but he never ventured forth.

It seemed he was unable to sleep, yet even in the gloom he looked dreadfully wasted. But I wasn't about to get involved in watching any T.V. with him, so I just left it to him after shutting down the Android TV Box, my job left undone.

I went to bed, and probably remained there for 3½ hours, not rising until maybe 9:18 a.m. This had me hustle, for I normally have already joined my brother for morning T.V. by then.

He was still downstairs watching T.V., so I did join him, speedily getting his invitation to start operation of our Android TV Box.

By mistake I tuned in a 14-minute video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's Redacted channel: BREAKING! Trump is HOURS away from Destroying Venezuela and It's NOT about drugs.

World War III may not start in Ukraine or the Middle East — it could ignite right here in our own hemisphere. President Trump has just deployed the Gerald R. Ford carrier strike group off the coast of Venezuela, and despite what the Pentagon is claiming, this has nothing to do with “narco boats.” This is about oil, power, and who controls Latin America’s future.

Venezuela’s threat to annex the Essequibo region of Guyana puts billions of barrels of oil — and U.S. corporate interests — at risk. Exxon, Chevron, and China’s CNOOC are all tied into one of the largest oil discoveries in modern history. Meanwhile, Russia and China have spent years propping up Nicolás Maduro’s regime through weapons, debt, and oil deals.

Trump’s message is clear: Get out of the southern hemisphere. Get out of Latin America. This is the new Monroe Doctrine for the 21st century — and it’s a direct warning to Moscow and Beijing just days before Trump’s high-stakes meeting with Xi Jinping.

I label the video a mistake because I thought I was playing a far more comprehensive 1⅔-hour (1:40:29) video streamed to that channel on October 23: HIGH ALERT! Trump pushes "land war" in Venezuela, and Russia goes nuclear | Redacted News Live.

Over the course of the show guests were to be Scott Horton, Kyle Seraphin, and Anders Otteson.

My brother managed to hold out for one further video. At 11 minutes (11:10), it had been published January 18, 2021, to BitChute's bluedemon218 channel: The Corrupt Life of Blanche Monnier.

Blanche Monnier (March 1849 – October 1913). As a woman from Poitiers, Vienne, France, who was secretly kept locked in a small room by her aristocratic mother for 25 years. She was eventually found by police, then middle-aged and in an emaciated and filthy condition; according to officials, Monnier had not seen any sunlight for her entire captivity.

What an unspeakable tragedy that such a beautiful young woman would have such an abominably unlivable life forced upon her.

My brother finally returned to his bedroom to rest.

I had my day's first meal, and then a good nap I was reluctant to depart from once I awakened.

For the second consecutive day my brother was to remain home and not bus off to engage his essential social drinking. He is unusually ill with a respiratory ailment. He has even been affected with feeling exceptionally cold, and has been shutting open windows and adjusting the thermostat ─ normally when I am dressed in a sweatshirt over a tee-shirt and still feeling unpleasantly cool, he will be perfectly content in one of his short-sleeved tops.

I have not yet mentioned my wife. She had a full workday scheduled today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, so she emerged from her bedroom shortly after 9:30 a.m. and was away on her rather long drive about half an hour later.

Late this afternoon I took advantage of her vacant bedroom and had some light exercising there.

Right now it is 6:34 p.m. and I am about to eat my day's second and final meal, and then I will be watching a couple of shows here on my bedside computer and enjoying a couple tallboy (16 ozs) cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol).

I will conclude this post late into the evening.

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First I tuned in FBI: Most Wanted ─ episode four ("Hollow") of season five. It would be difficult to come up with a more disgusting villain. The shame is that he was killed pretty much immediately ─ he deserved an incredibly agonizing, lingering death.

My source for the episode was this MoviesGo.sh link.

I next watched Blood Ties ─ final episode 12 ("Norman") of season one. Corny, but I was drawn into the episode. Man, could that Christina Cox ever fill out a pair of tight jeans!

I hope we've seen the last of the "Norman" character ─ this prick truly disgusts me.

Anyway, this time my source was a GOOJARA.to link.

Needy for more, I tuned in something short ─ a sitcom. This allowed me to add a shot of Captain Morgan Spiced Rum (35% alcohol) to my drinking total.

The show was Whitney ─ episode 13 ("Codependence Day") of the first season. It was pretty good. My source was this CineGo.tv link.

I may as well call this post done. I want some time to brush my teeth and wrap up some other things that I have going on here on my computer. 'Tis 10:12 p.m.

Always Regrets

As usual, I was unable to sleep in until 6 a.m. When I used the toilet around 5 a.m., I tried to sleep; but finally giving up, I checked the time at 5:56 a.m. and rose then.

A big mug of strong hot instant coffee with the works was in order.

Last night's rain seemed done, but it was so delightfully gloomy at 7 a.m. that once more I felt aggrieved that No Frills does not open then instead of 8 a.m. Also, it would ensure that I could get away on the mile-long round trip before my younger brother had emerged from his bedroom for the morning.

I failed this time. Even though I was on my way just ahead of 8 a.m., he emerged from his bedroom around 7:50 a.m. and thus was privy to my departure.

Anyway, I got the shopping done, and never had to coincide with anyone on the trek in either direction ─ I always appreciate that.

After I was back home and had dressed down here in my upstairs bedroom, I waited until well after 9 a.m. before joining my brother for some T.V. By then, he was eager enough to have me put our Android TV Box into operation.

I had completely forgotten that I intended to already have The Graham Norton Show episode all set to play ─ the episode had failed us yesterday at something like the 14-minute mark, and none of the many other sources I had tried would play other than from the very beginning. Each time I advanced towards where we had finished watching, they would all buffer uselessly. So I had meant to just let it play early this morning from the start and then pause it at 14 minutes, and leave things that way until my brother and I were both prepared to watch our shows together.

Maybe tomorrow, then.

What we did watch began with a nearly 1½-hour (1:27:33) video published yesterday to Rumble's "Coffee and a Mike" Show: Europe Gearing Up for War, Russia, Middle East,Venezuela and More- Martin Armstrong.

Martin Armstrong is an internationally recognized economist, former hedge fund manager, the founder of AE Global Solutions Inc, Socrates, and Armstrong Economics. He talks his recent trip to DC, how he felt after his meeting, escalation of war with Russia beginning in 2026, why oil sanctions will not work on Putin, Middle East, Venezuela, and much more.

Man, this was gloomy!

Our second video was far shorter at 12 minutes (12:15) and so much lighter in tone. It had been uploaded yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: I worry about Doug Ford's IQ | The Reagan Ad Fiasco.

Doug Ford just dropped $75 million on ads during the World Series — and it didn’t sit well with Donald Trump. Now Trump’s firing back with higher Canadian tariffs. Was this a political flex gone wrong, or a strategic blunder? , Who’s really paying the price, and what it means for Canada–U.S. relations? We also have very dim leaders, like David Eby, Elizabeth May and Wab Kinew.

Then I tuned in a horror movie ─ 2010's The Bucks County Massacre.

I had previously recorded it on June 11, but it had been uploaded back on July 3, 2020, to YouTube's Kings of Horror channel: The Bucks County Massacre - DIRECTORS CUT | Full Horror Movie.

My brother never even watched 10 minutes of it. Even though it was not yet 10:50 a.m., he announced that he was returning to his bedroom for further rest, and that I could keep watching it.

So I did.

It was preposterous. And even when I had the volume extremely low, in the later stages of the movie the ongoing hysterical screaming of the young women became so irritating that it was all I could do to endure the show.

The plot was senseless, with no explanation. And instead of having an actual ending ... well, I won't give that away. But I most certainly cannot recommend the movie.

My wife had emerged from her bedroom shortly after my brother had left me, and even though she was in the kitchen and involved with her smartphone, she finally expressed her consternation at the ludicrous screaming of the women and advised that I should just switch over to something else.

Fortunately, she soon headed off to apparently do a little grocery shopping, so I was able to bear the stupid movie all the way through to the credits.

I hate movies in which no character development is involved and thus nobody in the show matters to me. I appreciate such good character portrayal that I find myself interested in learning who the actor or actress was, but I don't give a hoot about the cast in this mess.

My wife returned before I had yet napped (even though I had still not eaten my day's first meal), by which time Bev was up for the day and watching the T.V.

Feeling as if I should at least present myself to my wife as she worked in the kitchen, as opposed to me remaining hidden away in my bedroom, I ventured to the kitchen area until I was noticed. When I was asked if I had yet eaten and I gave my negative, my wife pulled out a dish from the fridge that she had recently brought home from the Thai restaurant where she works part-time.

She microwaved it enough to remove the chill of the fridge, and so I had my first meal of the day.

Then I returned to bed, albeit fully clothed. I didn't believe it was anywhere near 2 p.m. at the time I did so, but I roused just ahead of 3 p.m. as it turned out. I had heard the front door close shut ─ I believe that it must have been my wife leaving to work the latter part of the day, for my brother was downstairs watching T.V. with Bev.

I hate what has come of my life and my marriage.

Anyway, my brother never was to head out to catch a bus to carry him off so he could social drink. In fact, I think that after I had my nap, he may have returned again to his bed. My suspicion is that he drank heavily last night and stayed up far too late.

I think that it's good for him to stay home every once in a while ─ nobody needs to devote himself to social drinking like he does. It is nothing but foolish.

With my wife away, I had some light exercising in her vacant bedroom, of course. And right now it is 6:27 p.m., so I am going to pause from this post to get a light supper into me and then try and watch a couple of shows here on my bedside computer while enjoying a couple tallboy (16 oz) cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol).

I plan on rising at 3 a.m. for an outing to the nearby elementary school playground so I can do some exercising there; consequently this will not be a late evening for me.

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First up I watched Prime Suspect ─ episode five ("Regrets, I've Had a Few") of the first season.

Pretty good stuff! And satisfying, entirely unlike the earlier movie. My source for the episode was this uFLIX.to link.

I surprised myself by finishing a tallboy of beer before the show had quite ended.

My second and final show was FBI ─ episode nine ("Descent") of season seven. Darned good! I just resent this 9/11 B.S. when critical minds realize that the Towers were brought down with explosives; and that eye witnesses have claimed never to have seen any planes hitting the Towers.

So ... whatever that's worth.

My episode source was this MoviesGo.sh link. And yet again, I completed drinking a tallboy ere the episode had quite completed. I have not done this since acquiring the two dozen cans.

Right now it is 9:45 p.m. and I just heard my wife arrive home.

I am going to publish this post and seek to be abed no later than 10 p.m ─ as said before, my cellphone alarm will be set for 3 a.m.

Minka Dawn

Lord, I did not want to rise at my cellphone alarm's 6 a.m. summons! But I did.

To help ensure that I would go forth to do some shopping at Shoppers Drug Mart half a mile hence after its 8 a.m. opening, I fixed up a mug of strong instant coffee with the works, washing down an aspirin with the first sips.

Good it was that once daylight arrived, it was deeply gloomy outside due to heavy cloud cover. There had been rains previously. Had the morn been sunny and brilliant, I am positive that I would not have left the house.

As it was, I am unsure if I left here before 8 a.m. had arrived; but if I did fail to leave before then, it was only barely after.

My first stop was to be Vancity credit union ─ I needed extra cash, so I wanted to see if the vestibule wherein is located the ATM had automatically unlocked at 6 a.m. It had.

I first tried for the very first time the debit card that I had supposedly gotten activated a couple or so weeks back after having had possession of it for a year or even two. The card is for my private account at a different credit union ─ the one where my wife and I have a joint account.

I had thought that I got the card activated with the same PIN ... but the ATM rejected it as being invalid.

Fortunately I had the amount ($200) in my joint account that I wanted to withdraw, so I did that using my other debit card.

The next time I am at my financial institution's ATM I shall have to give the card for my private account a try there. Maybe it just would not get recognized at Vancity for some reason.

And so I was able to do some shopping at Shoppers Drug Mart ─ I even bought a bottle of biotin for my wife, stupidly believing that it was vitamin B1 (she had wanted vitamin B1).

Biotin is rather expensive! And all for nothing.

But at least it can only be beneficial for her; and I think that it only contained 45 tablets. She will have to settle for the bottle of B100 complex that I had given her Thursday ─ vitamin B1 is one of its components.

I hobbled back home to find my younger brother already up and watching T.V.

I came directly upstairs to my bedroom to dress down; and shortly after 9 a.m. I came back downstairs to join him. He was not long at all in inviting me to put our Android TV Box to work.

I led us off with a 47-minute (47:09) video streamed yesterday to Rumble's ZeeeMedia channel: The Web That Makes Digital ID Already Law in the U.S. ft. Tom Renz | Daily Pulse Ep 135.

Attorney Tom Renz has been digging and showing how Digital ID is already law in the U.S. He joins us to explain the complex web that proves Digital ID is ready to go and how the government plans to enforce it in ways that most people won't notice until it's too late, unless we understand this issue right now.

I next tuned in The Graham Norton Show ─ episode two of season or series 33. There were numerous sources, but I had the misfortune of choosing one that buffered to a standstill after something like 14 minutes. This proved a big deal because despite trying as many as 10 other sources before giving up, once they began playing and I then advanced the play status bar ahead to bypass what we had already watched, every one of them would only buffer thereafter in objection to this apparent indignity, refusing to continue.

Perhaps early tomorrow I will allow the show to run to the point where we had stopped watching, and then pause it there awaiting my brother's eventual emergence from his bedroom. I can only hope that the act of such an extended pause will not also result in a frustrating buffer stall.

After giving up on Graham Norton, I then tuned in the last 40 or so minutes of a movie we had twice before given sittings and had broken from so my brother could gain further bed rest before going out in the early afternoon. I had the movie recorded on a flash or thumb drive.

It was 1988's The Beast.

I did not really need to download it, but it has been my experience that these easy sources for movies on platforms like Rumble and BitChute can suddenly be 'disappeared'. So it can be better to have the item downloaded just in case. And in this instance, I had done so back on May 14.

My source? It had been published on January 1 (2025) to BitChute's TrueMoviesMan🎬 channel: 🏣h€🅱€🅰st🅾fW🅰r (1988). The movie title was probably deliberately obscured to make it less likely of being identified and removed.

It was interesting enough. I must say, though, there certainly was a lot of fast physical activity by nearly everyone concerned there in the desert. People seemed as wired as if they were hopped up on some drug. Overacting, obviously. I wonder if it was what the director(s) or producer(s) insisted on?

At the movie's conclusion, my brother returned to his bedroom for more rest, for he would be busing away to commence his daily social drinking.

Although I had indulged in two mugs of strong instant coffee over the morning, I was only planning on eating one meal later in the day, so I didn't waste much time before getting after my own nap.

My wife apparently had a full workday today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, although she never emerged from her bedroom until nearly 10 a.m. and was not to leave until (I think) after 10:30 a.m. on her fairly long drive.

I would not be using her bedroom for my usual light exercising in her absence this latter afternoon, for today was a scheduled bath day. Actually, this meant that I would be having no exercise today whatsoever, apart from the mile-long round trip hobble to shop at the pharmacy this morning.

Before it was yet mid-afternoon, I became aware of the sounds of rain outside. And when I was having my bath, at one point the rain was clearly quite hard out there.

By the way, stripped naked for my bath I weighed approximately 178 pounds.

Right now it is 6:16 p.m. and I am about to have that meal. Then I plan to watch a couple of shows while enjoying two tallboy (16 oz) cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol).

I will complete this post in the later evening.

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Following my meal, I tuned in The 100 ─ episode three ("The Children of Gabriel") of season six.

Pretty darned good! But I still want an end to the "Octavia" character. I despise her so much that despite once being a Marie Avgeropoulos fan, I have lost all interest in seeking out her work.

My source was this RidoMovies.tv link.

Fairly early into the episode I noticed my cellphone screen light up ─ it was a text from my wife. She asked that I leave a certain four-litre box of Domaine D'Or red wine in her room ─ I had offered her some last night, but she declined. Apparently she is in the mood this evening.

My second show broke me wide open ─ I never expected to be so heavily moved.

It was Titans ─ episode nine ("Hank and Dawn") of the first season. It has been a long, long time since I identified so powerfully with two characters. I loved these two! If I had ever found my "Dawn" as presented by absolutely beautiful actress Minka Kelly, my life would end with her own finish. I felt this so clearly.

Those two characters deserved their own series. But I know that it would have watered down and become formulaic tripe with no impact any longer.

My source was another RidoMovies.tv link. 

I suppose the episode ended barely past 9 p.m. My brother was evidently back home and downstairs with Bev, but as yet my wife had not come home.

Still too early for bed, but not wishing to watch anything long, I tried a sitcom I've not before seen. It was Blue Mountain State ─ the premiere episode ("It's Called Hazing, Look It Up") of the first season.

It's bawdy and riotous, but to my near extra delight it features ─ albeit in a very negative way ─ the very same actor (Alan Ritchson) portraying "Hawk" in the Titans episode I had just watched! What are the odds?

And adding to the coincidences is that my source was yet a third RidoMovie.tv link.

As I was updating this post, barely ahead of 10 p.m. my wife arrived home.

With that all updated this rather blustery evening outside, it is 10:18 p.m., so I am going to conclude and publish this post, for I have a few things to finish up here on my computer before my bedtime. I'll not be rising until 6 a.m. tomorrow.

Killer Business

I slept poorly last night. I rose to use the toilet at one point and returned to bed at (I believe) something like 2:02 a.m., and likely failed to seriously sleep until checking the time again at 2:55 a.m. or so, rising then to avoid having to hear my 3 a.m. cellphone alarm.

Maybe 3:40 a.m. or so I was away on the ¾-mile round trip hobble to the nearby elementary school playground for some exercising. The temperature was remarkably mild, and there was a light cloud cover. It appeared to me that some hours back it must have rained, for our cul-de-sac was moist; but the avenues and streets were dry. There was a fair breeze, but it, too, was as mild as the still air.

As I was most of the way along the blocked alleyway beside our home that leads from the cul-de-sac to a main avenue, a white electric-powered car had entered at that end as far as the Jersey barriers there would allow. This had me wondering just what was going on.

To my surprise, a rather tall and slim nicely-dressed (from what I could tell in the dark) young woman started coming my way, and then I saw that she had a companion that pretty much twinned her. It seems the car had dropped them off, and they were short-cutting through the alleyway to get to wherever they were bound.

They were likely taken a bit aback by encountering me there in the dark, for the alleyway is creepy at night. Although it is short, it is in four lengths because it involves three sharp right angle turns, so one never knows what is ahead on the next stretch. Had the car not still been sitting and probably its occupant(s) observing, I likely would have addressed the ladies, but I felt it best not to make any observed contact with them.

To my considerable surprise at the playground, all of the equipment was perfectly dry. I can only conclude that the breeze was responsible.

I matched my performance in pull-ups and chin-ups of two days ago, and had weighed in at 186 pounds fully clothed but sans jacket ere leaving home. So two sets of pull-ups (5-2 repetitions); two sets of chin-ups (3-2 repetitions); and two sets of pull-ups between a pair of half-rings (2-2 repetitions) before undergoing a dead hang for a 60-count.

The pull-ups with the rings took everything I had, for I was almost finished of strength reserves at that point. And even the dead hang ─ which I essayed after a 30-count break from the half-rings, the same length of break between the sets of pull-ups and chin-ups ─ took my all to get past a count of 50. Yet a month or so back, a few times I managed 100-counts on the dead hang. So I don't know what exactly is afoot.

Anyway, I finished up with the usual 10 slow full-range decline push-ups on the nearby metal ramp before calling myself done and readying for the hobble back home.

I suspect that it was after 6 a.m. before I was back to bed until around 8:30 a.m., by which time my younger brother was downstairs watching T.V.

It was well past 9 a.m. when I joined him; unexpectedly, my wife emerged from her bedroom and seemed to be up for the day, although it was to turn out that she never had to go to work until mid-afternoon for the Thai restaurant's second part of the day. By then the ambitious woman had left home on errands a couple of times.

My brother and I were to watch just one video together via our Android TV Box. At nearly 2¼ hours (2:11:29), it had been published October 17 to Rumble's WTFLouie channel: Dr Lee Merritt Brain Stretching with Scott Kesterson 07-Oct-2025.

https://rumble.com/v700kec-brain-stretching-with-scott-kesterson..html?
Dr. Merritt and Scott Kesterson discussing the false reality we are living in--in all its craziness. We discuss eveerything from Tartaria to Charlie Kirk, and more. The real question is how do we as individuals navigate through an information war where we were born into the battlefield. We can also be found at Lee Merritt (TheMedicalRebel.com) Scott Kesterson (BARDSFM.com)

Dr. Lee Merritt never fails to be interesting and controversial.

After my brother returned to his bedroom for further rest, I had a light meal at my wife's encouragement, and then was to bed for my early afternoon nap.

When I rose well past 2 p.m., my brother had likely already left on foot to take public transit so he could commence his daily social drinking. And of course, my wife was to leave on her rather long drive to the restaurant in 40 or so minutes, I would say.

I think that we've had some very light rain ─ at least in the latter afternoon; but I haven't been monitoring the weather. And I have a heavy set of very dark red drapes over my bedroom window that I only ever partially open when it is oppressively hot in my room in the Summer; consequently I have no view of the outdoors, and my bedroom is where I spend most of my time.

Right now it is 6:42 p.m. and I have had my day's second meal; and before that I had some light exercising in my wife's vacant bedroom.

I am now going to break from this post so I can watch a couple of shows here on my bedside computer and enjoy a couple tallboy (16 ozs) cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol). I shall resume what will be the remainder of this post later in the evening.

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My first show was Legacies ─ episode seven ("Death Keeps Knocking on My Door") of the first season. It had its moments, but I sure would not appreciate having to watch the series on a daily basis. Once in a while is sufficient.

If interested, my source was this RidoMovies.tv link.

Next up was iZombie ─ episode 11 ("Killer Queen") of season five. Despite being as impossible as is Legacies, I find iZombie far more identifiable.

This time my source was this GOOJARA.to link.

The show probably finished around 8:45 p.m., so plenty of time for something else. Even my brother was not yet back from his social drinking.

By the way, it sounds to have been lightly raining over the course of the evening.

I finished with a sitcom called The Business ─ the first season's "The Business (Pilot)" episode. I will readily say right now that it's a failure. But I was struggling to figure out why the lead actress ─ Kathleen Robertson ─ was so familiar to me, but no reason came to mind ─ not until I was writing about the show.

I was wrong on the identity of the suspected actress in The Business, but Kathleen Robertson was reminding me powerfully of actress Julie Bowen of Modern Family renown.

Regardless, my source for the episode was this OK.ru link. I will seek to keep watching the series if I am able to find further sources for the episodes.

My second can of tallboy beer got me all the way through all three shows, and I still have a wee bit remaining in the can. It is enough for the evening.

The Business probably finished around 9:45 p.m. Around 9:52 p.m. I heard my wife arrive home; and then at 9:55 p.m. my brother coincidentally showed up.

I plan to get up tomorrow at 6 a.m., likely to try and do a little local shopping ─ if I am able to withdraw funds from a different credit union's ATM than the one I normally use. The actual ATM is in a vestibule that is locked afterhours ... but the website claims that it is accessible from 6 a.m. - 10 p.m., so maybe I have always attempted access outside of those hours.

The morning will tell the tale, then ─ I plan to visit at 8 a.m. if all goes according to plan and I have a really decent night's sleep.

At present it is 10:26 p.m., so I am slowly going to wrap up various involvements I have going on here on my computer and soon enough thereafter be to bed.

😈Too Close to Home Done👹

Another failure last night to behave and get to bed honourably. I now have no idea when it was that I did make my way to bed, but it surely must have been around 1:30 a.m.

My cellphone alarm was set for 7 a.m.

When that hour arrived, I of course felt short on sleep, but I have felt worse even when I have had more time in bed. Nonetheless, my morale was bad as soon as full consciousness made me aware of my misconduct last night.

When I was to venture out to the backyard tool shed for the token six sets pull-ups and chin-ups of a single repetition in each set, they were unnaturally difficult. Am I gaining weight?

Whatever was going on, I did take the time to use the two hanging ladder apparatus to have four attempts at supporting my weight on my bent right leg alone ─ I cannot imagine when I will ever manage it without using my hands and arms to assist in bearing the load. Notwithstanding, I kept the pressure on the bent leg each of the four times for a 40-count.

Then I had the usual 31 full flat-footed squats, holding the very last full squat for a 100-count before rising again.

My younger brother was tardy in emerging from his bedroom this morning ─ he had sat up late last night, not going to bed much before I finally did. It may have been around 9:45 a.m. before he came downstairs this morning.

I was by then all set to play a pair of videos uploaded to YouTube's AnitaK channel:

• ‘We’ll Fight for Your Auto Jobs’ — While We Keep Losing Them" October 21, 2025 (10:57)

Professor Ian Lee - shorter interview
   • The Deal Carney Should Be Making.

FULL STREAM with the Professor:
   • Digital Surrender, Trump Calls the Shots i...

• Dead Silence. Watch what happens when she’s asked about ostrich cull. October 22, 2025 (8:07)

Watch how Canada's Health Minister Marjorie Michel, flat out refuses to answer questions related to the Ostrich cull.

Prior to my brother joining me, I had watched another short video relating to Universal Ostrich Farms. At five minutes (5:15), it had been uploaded yesterday to YouTube's Krayden's Right with David Krayden channel: Ostrich Farm Supporter Overcome with Emotion Over Injustice to Family Farm.

Blake Roberts is overcome with emotion as he talks about the Liberal government's invasion and occupation of Universal Ostrich Farms. Blake shot the incredible video at the gravel pit.

FULL PODCAST HERE “Brutal”: The Dumpster Video is Authentic! | Stand on Guard
https://www.youtube.com/live/NaevwBjY...

Blake Roberts's recent video is going viral, making waves across multiple social media platforms. This is a critical current affairs story highlighting government over reach and seizure of 2 family farms and a gravel pit in British Columbia.

We were to only watch one further video, for it was 1½ hours (1:32:34); it had been published yesterday to Rumble's Tucker Carlson channel: Tucker and MTG on the 5 Pillars of MAGA and the Snakes in Washington Trying to Tear Them Down.

Ted Cruz, Lindsey Graham and Mark Levin have declared themselves the heirs of MAGA. Before Wikipedia erases the recent past and people start to believe this, a reality check with MTG.

I adore Marjorie Taylor Greene; I'm pleased that my brother seems to appreciate her as well.

After my brother returned to his bedroom for further bed rest around 11:30 a.m., I fixed up my day's first meal and then ate it here at my bedside computer.

It was probably around 1:30 p.m. when I got back to bed for a needed nap ─ deep, but not long. I may have been abed for an hour or little more.

The day has been primarily overcast; if I am recollecting correctly, the street outside seemed wet with prior rain early this morning when I had risen.

As I worked at blogging this afternoon, I was surprised to hear my wife's voice downstairs. She hadn't come home last night nor the night before.

This was to signify that I would not be having my usual latter afternoon light exercise session in her bedroom.

She was to request me to purchase her three different nutritional supplements the next time I visited the nearby pharmacy, for she has been rather badly ill with some bug for several days. I decided that I could probably remedy that request with my own supply, for I have no shopping plans prior to the weekend.

So now she has some vitamin B1 as a component of a large bottle of vitamin B100 that I turned over to her. I also shared with her the vitamin D3 I am presently taking (2,500 I.U.s). And I had a spare bottle of magnesium citrate that I also gave her.

My midday meal has me feeling still rather nicely fed as I type these words at 6:05 p.m., but my wife had said that she was to be cooking up a chicken supper. The chicken will definitely be welcome if it is fried or baked, and not one of her stews or soups.

I plan on getting up at 3 a.m. for the ¾-mile round trip hobble over to the nearby elementary school playground for some exercising overnight, so this shall not be a late evening for me.

But I am here going to take a break from this post.

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Well ... bummer.

I watched Too Close to Home ─ the season eight and series finale episode ("Blurred Lines"), and absolutely none of the storylines were resolved. Absolutely nothing.

At least I was exposed to some extremely lovely actresses.

For the episode I had my pick of a couple of sources: this CineGo.co link and this CineGo.tv link. Both seemed very good, but the various sources' volume was just a tad low, mainly.

Too early for bed, but pushing matters, I tuned in A Gifted Man ─ episode three ("In Case of Discomfort") of the first and only season.

This is a good series ─ even after three episodes I cannot imagine why it never developed a sufficient fan base. It touches me.

Anyway, my source was this CineGo.tv link.

I had a little beer left over from that first can when I began the episode, so I finished that and then a shot of Captain Morgan Spiced Rum. But even that was insufficient, so I capped things with a half glass tumbler of Domaine D'Or red wine.

I actually offered my wife some of the wine if she was interested ─ she was shut up in her bedroom with the door barely ajar while sitting out of sight on the floor and probably watching something on her smartphone or tablet; but she declined.

Good girl. She probably has a full workday tomorrow. And she is still recovering from something that had her feeling unwell.

I am going to quit and publish this post now so that I can get to bed for my 3 a.m. rising. I'm hoping that instead of a second tallboy (16 ozs) of Cariboo Malt, the smaller volume of spiced rum and red wine will not cause adverse need for nocturnal micturition ─ I want as full sleep as I can get.

'Tis 9:52 p.m.

Buzzed

My evening is already upon me, so I must proceed apace with this post.

I rose to my 3 a.m. cellphone alarm overnight for the ¾-mile hobble over to the usual elementary school playground for some exercising. Prior to leaving home, I had weighed myself with my jacket on because I had believed I would be needing to be wearing it at the playground due to cool temperatures.

I couldn't believe that I was only 180 pounds fully clothed in my hikers!

At the playground, I had to wipe condensation from a monkey bar and the half-rings that I would be using for the six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups. The sky was primarily clear.

Well, I decided to take off my jacket, which could have lightened me by as much as three pounds, so I was hoping that I would have surprising results.

I didn't really, although I opened with five pull-ups ─ lately I've been stuck at three. And so: two sets of pull-ups (5-2 repetitions); two sets of chin-ups (3-2 repetitions); and two sets of pull-ups between a pair of half-rings (2-2 repetitions). Then after a further 30-count (my usual rest between sets) I held a dead hang on the bar for a 60-count.

And a couple or so minutes later I was over on the nearby metal ramp for 10 slow full-range decline push-ups.

So it wasn't a great performance considering my bodyweight fully clothed, but I was pleased enough to have at least gotten in the initial five pull-ups.

Back home, I decided to weigh myself without my jacket: 186 pounds.

Wait ... what?

Two further tries on the analog scales resulted in pretty much the same.

It dawned on me then that when I had first weighed myself in my jacket before leaving home, I was 190 pounds ─ not 180!

Managing five pull-ups at that weight suddenly seemed more impressive. And it was.

By the way, as I was approaching the school, I could see a car parked in front and nosed directly into a bit of a driveway. I have often enough seen someone from (I believe) Paladin Security make a patrol around the school building, so I approached the playground while just outside of school property and in a very dark area.

Sure enough, around the back of the school came someone with a very bright flashlight ─ probably a baton flashlight. I carry one myself in a tote bag so as to not attract attention, but mine is also a stun gun.

Anyway, I waited until the dude had passed along my side of the school and headed off out of sight towards the car he had surely come in.

I don't think that I was back to bed any earlier than 6:30 a.m., and was not to later check the time until around 8:50 a.m., having to hustle up because my younger brother would be downstairs watching his news shows and I had to line up what I would be tuning in via our Android TV Box once I joined him soon past 9 a.m.

Our first video was to be seven minutes (7:39) and had been published yesterday to Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel: Pfizer’s Depo SHOT Used by 25% of U.S Women Linked To Brain Tumours! Lawsuits Filed.

I next tuned in a 45-minute (45:11) video uploaded last November 9 to YouTube's George Thompson channel: The Subtle Art of Losing Yourself - Full Life Changing Documentary.

Uncover the astonishing lessons wild places can teach about the secrets of the human mind and our place in the universe…

Maybe a third of the way into the video my brother announced that he was going to return to his bedroom and get dressed, making me wonder if he was to be heading off to somewhere.

I kept watching the video; then about halfway through, he returned. He wanted us to get the heavy duty tarp that he had bought yesterday, up onto the backyard tool shed roof. The lighter tarp we had put up there maybe 1½ months ago had uselessly shredded in the Fall weather we've been having.

So I paused the video and also got dressed for outside. The morning had completely clouded over since I had gone to the school playground.

When finally we finished, I was to discover that Bev was then up for the day to watch T.V. ─ it was already around 12:30 p.m.

That was that ─ the YouTube video was a goner, for I don't think I will bother tuning in the second part tomorrow morning.

After dressing down in my bedroom, before too long I went back downstairs to the kitchen and fried up three eggs with lots of extras for my day's first meal. My brother was watching T.V. with Bev initially, then he disappeared ─ I think he likely drove off to resupply on beer for himself and a four-litre box of white wine for Bev.

Just before I finally went to bed for my early afternoon nap ─ it was likely after 1:30 p.m. ─ I heard him return.

I had my nap and was to discover that my brother had gone back to his own bed for further rest. He never came forth again until after 3:30 p.m.

I suppose that it made scant sense to him to be busing off so near to 4 p.m. to engage his usual daily social drinking, so he remained home.

Very late in the afternoon I forced myself to have my usual light exercise session in my wife's vacant bedroom ─ she had not come home last night, by the way.

Then I had a light supper ─ a can of sardines; and a banana, mandarin orange, and an apple; plus some nutritional supplements.

And now at 7:19 p.m. I am going to break from blogging so I can watch a couple of shows here on my bedside computer while enjoying a couple of cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol).

I will finish this post in the late evening.

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I got around to opening the 24-pack of Cariboo Malt that I bought last Saturday and paid some outrageous price like ... well, with my tip, it was $90. I just wasn't bloody thinking!

The price was approximately double what I would have paid for two 24-can flats of that brand of beer.

Well, I opened the case and discovered that the cans are tallboys ─ 16 ozs, or 473 mls. So that is a considerable consolation, although I will still drink two of 'em an evening. In other words, they won't last me any longer than 24 regular sized cans would have.

I started off my viewing with Superman & Lois ─ episode six ("Tried and True") of the second season. It was darned good! There is so much going on with various storylines.

My source was this GOOJARA.to link.

My second show was Krypton ─ episode five ("A Better Yesterday") of season two. I am of late finally liking the series a lot ─ the first season was such a dreary, unrealistic mess of a tale.

And again, my source was a GOOJARA.to link.

Since I had lots of beer left in the second can once this episode was over, I tuned in a sitcom I had not before watched ... and I was to finish my beer and also at least a half shot of Captain Morgan Spiced Rum.

The show was unexpectedly fabulous ─ I may have to share it with my brother. At any rate, it was Kevin from Work ─ the first episode ("Pilot") of the only season.

This time my source was an OK.ru link. 

But ... the only season? Well, I reckon I will have to watch more of the series before referring it to my brother. The one-season series died a decade ago, after all ─ no drive since to revive it?

I have to confess that there was an early scene where Kevin's older female boss as played by actress Amy Sedaris was seated on the edge of a desk in a short skirt ─ Good Lord, she was sheer seduction! She'd have had me on my knees if that was what she wanted. Those legs were gorgeously muscled as presented in that memorable scene!

Before I started to watch the episode, I am sure I heard my brother talking with my eldest stepson downstairs. Could that be? He lives miles away, and rides a Harley. What would he be doing here in the early latter evening?

Alright, I have no plans other than to try and sleep in till 7 a.m., so I am going to brush my teeth now and then start finishing up some things I always have going on here on my computer, even though I want to drink further. I wouldn't mind at all having a hot Amy Sedaris dream overnight.

The time right now is 10:52 p.m. 

Around the Corner

It is so damned hard sometimes to force myself to remain abed until my 7 a.m. alarm, despite getting to be very late last evening. Several times I wanted to have a look at the time, but I kept resisting. I had the 7 a.m. setting on the purpose of acquiring as much bed rest as possible for a change.

Yet at 7 a.m. I felt woefully illy rested and unrefreshed. It seemed essential to have an instant coffee and an aspirin if I had hope of tackling some token backyard tool shed exercises before my younger brother emerged from his bedroom for the morning.

I was successful.

All I bother with now are a single measured repetition in each of the two sets of pull-ups, two sets of chin-ups, and two sets of pull-ups between a pair of bars, holding the final pull-up's dead hang for (I think) a 60-count.

Then I used the two hanging ladder-like apparatus to support myself while attempting to bear as much of my bodyweight on my bent right leg as I can as I seek to regain the strength and function of the atrophied lower quadriceps muscles at my knee.

To this end I do a partial squat, first assessing that my left knee can support me unaided; then holding onto the rungs of the two apparatus, I try to do the same on my right leg, but it is impossible without the assist gained by holding to the ladder rungs.

I am speaking of apparatus like these:

I made four attempts on the bent leg in a one-legged crouch posture for as much as a 40-count each time, never coming anywhere near close to releasing from the assistance given by the ladder.

Is this disabling to be lifelong?

Then I performed the now usual 31 unassisted full flat-footed squats (two-legged, of course), holding the full squat of the 31st for a 100-count before forcing myself to rise.

I am still unable to recline myself and fully elevate the lower leg when I extend my right leg ─ the lower leg droops at the knee by a few inches at the heel. Still, it has improved considerably over time since the March 1st fall onto my knee that put me into this fix.

For a month or more now I have been doing some abdominal exercises involving leg raises and an alternating series of 'cycling' movements with my legs. It was only a few months ago that leg raises were impossible due to the weakness at my bad knee.

I have worked up to about 60 leg raises, and 110 of those alternating leg raises. In both cases, I do not allow my legs to do more than brush the floor if they contact it at all.

This was my youngest stepson's day to report to work at 'the office' instead of working from home, so he was on his way before my brother appeared from his bedroom around 8:30 a.m. to watch T.V. news and drink some instant coffee.

I joined my brother after 9 a.m., and upon getting his invitation to start operation of our Android TV Box, I led us off with a 29-minute (29:11) video published two days ago to Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel: Canada To Become A Police State By Christmas! Say NO To These Egregious Incoming Bills! Interview.

Canada's Carney government is appalling. Important information from the Justice Centre.

Next up was a three-minute (3:51) video published earlier today to BitChute's Progressive Truth Seekers channel: No King, But Trump Is Jesus?

This was largely a Jon Stewart bit.

Also at BitChute was an eight-minute (8:04) video published two days ago to TheWarAgainstYou channel: Trump Stunt BACKFIRES on JD Vance... almost FATAL! SHRAPNEL FLIES.

It related to an artillery shell that unexpectedly exploded over a California highway during a military drill or some such.

I followed that with another eight-minute (8:28) video published earlier today at Rumble's Truths Unlimited channel: 🚨Trump Designates Cartels Terrorist Groups - Orders Military Prepare DRONE STRIKES.

President Trump has officially designated Cartels as terrorist groups — and ordering the US military to prepare drone strikes and special ops deep inside Mexico. This is the most aggressive move against the cartels ever!

Then changing gears, I tuned in Star Trek: Discovery ─ episode six ("The Sound of Thunder") of season two. I think that we both enjoyed this episode a little more than usual, although it was still plenty noisy.

And we finished with a little more of the War movie we have now given two sittings, but have had to suspend so my brother could seek further bed rest.

My wife had a full workday today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, so she emerged from her bedroom this morning after 9:30 a.m. and was away on her fairly long and sunny drive a little past 10 a.m.

The day seems to have been sunny.

I had my usual early morning nap ─ possibly after 1:30 p.m. ─ I certainly do drool a lot in bed!

Anyway, right now it is 5:37 p.m. and I am going to break from blogging so I can have a bath before my stepson gets home and takes possession of the bathroom. Then I will have some supper and watch a show here on my bedside computer. I shall report back later.

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My naked weight prior to the bath was around 178 pounds.

I chose to only watch a Christmas movie ─ 2018's Christmas Around the Corner.

A superb choice it was! It was to hit me quite deeply, having me recognize anew that my life is worthless, especially now that I am 76 years old and struggling to get through each month financially, physically crippled, and essentially friendless.

I cannot recall lead actress Alexandra Breckenridge, but she is absolutely superb. In fact there was lots of great acting in this movie.

I am sorry to discover that the teen actress (Maya Harris-Harb) playing character "Alicia" seems never to have acted before nor since. I liked her.

I went through two cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) and a glass tumbler of Domaine D'Or red wine (12% alcohol) enjoying this delightful story. My excellent source was this CineGo.tv link. I first tried it at this OK.ru link, but the video quality was too indistinct and the volume subdued.

I can't write in this state as I hear fireworks resounding outside on this fourth day of Diwali here where I live in a Sikh enclave of Canada formerly (and still) known as north Surrey. I feel no celebratory mood.

Besides, I plan to rise at 3 a.m. for the ¾-mile round trip hobble to the nearby elementary school playground for some exercising there.

My brother returned from his nigh daily bus transit to engage social drinking ─ he was back before I had begun watching the movie. He informed me that he had bought a heavy-duty tarp with which to cover our leaking backyard tool shed ─ twice now we have covered the roof with light-duty tarps, and the bloody last one didn't last too very much over a month before it had started shredding from exposure to elements.

What the 𝒻𝓊𝒸𝓀 use are tarps if they're only intended for indoors?

I guess we'll be going through the arduous chore tomorrow of getting this one overtop the roof. He's overweight and 73 years old and I'm 76 with a buggered right leg ─ yeah, it's lots of quick fun.

Enough. I must brush my teeth and start finishing up whatever I have left undone here on my bedside computer, and then get to bed.