It was another catastrophic night's sleep during the final few hours. My cellphone alarm was set for 6 a.m., but well before 4 a.m. I was already up once to use the toilet in the hope that doing so would alleviate any discomfort impinging sleep, but it didn't matter. From then on it was like I was in a state of fever.
When my alarm chimed, I took a moment or two before forcing myself from bed, for I had been in a state of grog and semi-dream ─ as close to sleep as I was managing.
Naturally, my youngest stepson was still up, having once more spent the entirety of the night sitting wastefully at his computer, and would be spending the entirety of the daylight hours in bed.
I was of course only up so that I would have time enough to adjust or normalize and be able to have some exercise out in the backyard tool shed before my younger brother emerged from his bedroom for the morning.
I was probably out there by maybe 7:30 a.m. I'm not going to take the time detailing my feeble performance; I will only say that after opening the first set of pull-ups and chin-ups with two repetitions, the other sets were just a single repetition apiece. And then I had the usual exercises to work my damaged right knee.
It was rather chilly outside. I noticed that a maple leaf I stepped on was almost crispy with the beginning of some freezing.
My brother was up before 9 a.m., so he had control of the T.V. It was probably nigh 9:15 a.m. when I joined him, and fast got his invitation to begin operating our Android TV Box.
I started us off with a 25-minute (25:13) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's Juno News channel: How Canada got the residential school story wrong.
True North has published a major new book: Dead Wrong: How Canada Got the Residential School Story So Wrong, the follow-up to the bestselling Grave Error. Co-editor Dr. Tom Flanagan joins Candice Malcolm to walk through the latest developments in the residential-school narrative since 2023 — including the intense backlash in Quesnel, B.C., where activists attempted to force the mayor to resign after his wife purchased copies of Grave Error for friends.
Flanagan explains how incidents like Quesnel, new unproven “discoveries,” and ongoing disciplinary cases — such as the firing of B.C. teacher Jim McMurtry for presenting historical facts — show how deeply the original Kamloops claim has shaped political and cultural institutions, even after the band itself later revised the claim to “soil anomalies.”
Dead Wrong brings together 18 researchers to document how the narrative spread, how it hardened into orthodoxy inside media and government, and how it continues to influence debates across Canada, including new Aboriginal title rulings in British Columbia.
The book is available now on Amazon and at JunoNews.com.
Then it was two videos from Rumble's USAFrontlineDoctors channel:
- Candace Cancels Her Show After White House, US Intel Agencies Confirm Assassination Plot Information (10:25) Published yesterday
- W.V. National Guard member critically injured in violent DC ambush identified (2:50) Published earlier today
West Virginia National Guard member critically injured in violent DC ambush identified as Sarah Beckstrom
Switching gears, I next tuned in Bosch ─ episode 10 ("Everybody Counts") of season two.
And we finished up with a documentary that did not get completely watched because my brother wanted to return to his bedroom for further rest.
I had already breakfasted. I knew he had no beer here, so I wanted to waste no time catching my nap so that I could possibly ride along with him to restock.
It is possible I was back to bed by noon, but I must have been wiped out, for it was well past 2 p.m. when I roused and reluctantly hauled myself out of bed.
Not only had my brother already gone and replenished his stock with a two-dozen box of beer, he was gone again on foot to bus off and go social drinking.
So for a third consecutive evening I shall have to make do with the sipping of some hard liquor as I watch a few shows here on my bedside computer. This morning I remembered to fetch my drink from a cabinet downstairs in the living room ─ a 750-ml (25.3605 ozs) bottle of D'Eaubonne V.S.O.P. Brandy (40% alcohol).
I hate to have to open it, for I think that it may have been a Christmas gift from my stepsons last year ─ if not an even older gift for my birthday or even the Christmas before that. Thus, it has been ageing.
Anyway, after my nap I was downstairs awaiting the boiling of water for my day's second mug of hot instant coffee when my wife paid a surprise visit. It may not have yet been quite 2:30 p.m., but she was to have to work the latter part of the day at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, so she was no home much over a half hour ─ if that.
I was to have some light exercising in her vacant bedroom a little later. And now at 6:12 p.m. I have had a very light supper, so it is time now for a Christmas movie.
I shall finish up this post later this evening.
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My movie choice was 2018's It's Christmas, Eve.
I was fairly neutral about it until ... I don't know ... maybe as much as halfway through? And then the dam burst and I became a weeper.
Of course I'm familiar with LeAnn Rimes, so it was very nice having her in a movie. Young actress Eden Summer Gilmore was a pure heart-stealer. It was clear to me that this one is going to be a beaut when full womanhood strikes!
My source was this MovieZone.tv link, and I still had maybe a third of the second shot of brandy I poured myself.
The movie ended a little before 7:50 p.m., and although I could not see anyone downstairs, I suspected that both Bev and my brother were sitting out of sight at the dining table, watching T.V. from there.
My second show was A Gifted Man ─ episode five ("In Case of Loss of Control") of the only season. My source was this CineGo.tv link.
It was a very interesting episode, but so removed from anything I know that I just can't identify ─ no emotional involvement, just interest. Still, I drank another shot or so of bourbon.
And I seem to have been wrong about my brother having returned home. The episode was over well before 9 p.m., but Bev seemed by herself watching T.V.
He was definitely home by the time my last show ended shortly ahead of 9:55 p.m.
This is the longest amount of evening T.V. that I believe I have yet watched since Bev moved in with us late last February. Normally my third and final show would be a sitcom, but I went for Legacies ─ episode nine ("What Was Hope Doing in Your Dreams?") of the first season.
Certainly it had more excitement, I suppose, than did A Gifted Man; but the only time I became emotionally engaged was during character Hope's two fight scenes ─ sue me that even at my age I find something like that sexy!
My episode source was this GOOJARA.to link, and I reckon I went through 3½ shots of bourbon at a minimum over the entire evening.
I still must brush my teeth and clear up some tasks here on my computer before bed, but I may as well deem this post complete and publish it now at 10:13 p.m. My plan is to rise at 6 a.m. tomorrow and potentially do some early shopping at either a food store or a private liquor store ─ both open at 8 a.m. However, it is so difficult for me to brave the busy morning when I hobble like I do now, and if the morning is bright and clear. I need deepest gloom or even storm.
No doubt I will also need reasonably good sleep.
But dang, I would sure appreciate having a supply of beer.
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