Nearly Normal

Last night's bedtime was around 10:30 p.m., I believe. Yet once more, if it was possible to total the time slept versus the time I was conscious, the latter would prevail.

Why is sleep so difficult?

I think initially I did set my cellphone alarm for 3:30 a.m., but rising then for an outing was preposterous and at some point I reset the alarm for 7 a.m. The original intention was the visit to the nearby elementary school playground for some exercising there, but instead I revised the scheme for some later token backyard tool shed exercising.

Anyway, it was raining rather seriously at 3:30 a.m., and much of the night. It would have been impossible to wipe a playground monkey bar dry enough to have any effective pull-ups and chin-ups. The bar would practically be wet due to the ongoing rain immediately I stopped trying to wipe it dry.

I never awaited my 7 a.m. alarm, for I rose at least 10 minutes beforehand due to being awake.

My idiot youngest stepson had still not gone to bed, but he did do so within an hour's time, for at 8 a.m. I went downstairs intending to pay that visit to the backyard tool shed.

But it was not to happen. I had no sooner quietly slid open the glass and screen doors to our sundeck when I heard my brother bid me "good morning" from the base of the stairs to our upper floor bedrooms ─ he was up for the morning.

I must say that it was gorgeously gloomy outside at 8 a.m.! However, that will not be the case anytime soon hereafter, for in the wee a.m. tonight we are to set our clocks back an hour as Daylight Saving Time comes to an end for this year. Thus, 8 a.m. tomorrow would really be 9 a.m. and an hour brighter by today's morning clock if the time change was not taking place.

I still cannot fathom just where the "saving" of daylight is coming in. To my mind, we are having an extra hour of daylight forced on us in the morning, but robbing us of the daylight come the late afternoon.

Anyway, my brother's advent deflected me from my tool shed visit, and I returned back upstairs to my bedroom to pass time till near 9 a.m. before going back downstairs for some T.V. with him.

When he turned it over to me so that I could begin operating our Android TV Box, we were to only watch one video. At a little over two hours (2:07:53), it had been published yesterday to Rumble's WTFLouie channel: Tucker Carlson Exposes the Truth About 9~11.

PART 1: Premiered Sep 23, 2025 The 9/11 Files
A former FBI agent who was embedded in the CIA’s Bin Laden unit, Mark Rossini, claims the CIA was fully aware that the 9/11 hijackers were in the United States planning an attack. Rather than inform the FBI, the CIA tried to recruit two of the hijackers for a “false-flag” operation, which quickly spiraled out of control. The failed mission raises urgent questions about government secrecy, intelligence failures, and what really happened before 9/11.
PART 2: Premiered Sep 30, 2025 The 9/11 Files
The 9/11 Commission authorized by Congress was a total fraud from the beginning. Led by the same people who were responsible for preventing the attack, the Commission was deliberately “set up to fail.” 9/11 widow and lawyer Kristen Breitweiser forced the Bush administration’s hand, exposing how the Commission was designed to hide the truth.
PART 3: Premiered Oct 7, 2025 The 9/11 Files
Michael Scheuer, former head of the CIA’s Bin Laden unit, reveals how the Bush and Clinton administrations repeatedly failed to act on Al-Qaeda. Despite multiple clear warnings, they slashed counterterrorism funding and called off numerous chances to take out Bin Laden—decisions that led directly to 9/11.
PART 4: Premiered Oct 14, 2025 The 9/11 Files
From the mysterious collapse of Tower 7 to reports of explosive residue in the rubble, the official 9/11 story leaves more questions than answers. Why did some reporters announce attacks before they happened? How did foreign governments know more than U.S. intelligence? And who profited from airline stock trades right before the attacks? We uncover the strange facts, hidden intelligence, and unanswered questions that demand a new investigation into 9/11.
PART 5: Premiered Oct 21, 2025 The 9/11 Files
Kristen Breitweiser—a 9/11 widow turned activist—and John Kiriakou—the CIA whistleblower who exposed the government’s secret torture program- reveal how the 9/11 Commission helped Bush win reelection, expanded government spying, and gave the CIA cover for brutal torture—all while officials cashed in and the public paid the price.

My brother returned to his bedroom for further rest at the video's conclusion. I had a light meal and was soon enough pursuing my early afternoon nap this mainly cloudy day ─ the rain did stop around midday.

My wife had a full workday today, so she emerged from her bedroom around 9:40 a.m., and after a shower and so forth, was on her fairly long and very wet drive less than a half hour later.

I took advantage of her vacant bedroom in the latter afternoon and had my first light exercising session there since Tuesday, the day I began growing most ill with a respiratory infection that struck me fast and hard. I actually almost enjoyed the exercising, and did well.

It is presently 6:20 p.m., and despite yesterday's descent into the deepest doldrums that a Christmas movie largely contributed to, I am considering risking another one ─ I am feeling in a stronger state of mind today.

I will report back later this evening.

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With resignation, I tuned in 2018's The Christmas Pact. The opening sequence featuring a boy and girl was off-putting because the acting was so atrocious, and that was what I was expecting from then forward.

But it wasn't so.

The lead actress ─ Kyla Pratt ─ was unknown to me. I thought that the lead actor ─ Jarod Joseph ─ was as well, but I sort of recognize him now from the T.V. series The 100. Honestly, he was the more natural actor in this movie, I thought.

Also ... Kyla Pratt seemed miscast as his love interest; but I suppose that if their characters were supposed to have grown up together, that would likely trump much of the usual physical allure people experience in sexual attractions.

Still, Stephanie Bennett was smoking hot, so I had some trouble getting past that obvious fact ─ especially since her character was such a decent, loving person. Stephanie could never lose out in any world of mine to Kyla.

I found myself very much enjoying the movie, and never had any threat of the emotional descent that seized me last evening.

My source was this CineGo.co link. I had seen that it was available at this OK.ru link, but I find that OK.ru often has almost blurry visuals, so I never even gave it a try.

The movie was done by 8 p.m.

After some short while updating this post and a few other things, I then tuned in Doom Patrol ─ episode 12 ("Cyborg Patrol") of season one. Excellent.

My source was this GOOJARA.to link.

It may have been nigh 9:30 p.m. when the show was done. I was to discover that my wife was home and downstairs busy in the kitchen. I also saw online that the Blue Jays had just lost game seven of the 2025 World Series.

So I went downstairs and commiserated for a couple of moments with Bev who had watched all of the games (my brother was not yet back from his daily social drinking).

These losses are why I am reluctant anymore to involve myself in major sports competitions ─ the letdowns are too emotionally catastrophic. I would just prefer to be removed from it all. I've had heartache enough with the Canucks over the decades ─ I am 76 years old, so ... no more. I am done with major sports.

My brother got home around 9:45 p.m. ─ rather subdued, from the sound of him speaking with Bev. I have yet to exchange a word with him or my wife ─ she seems to prefer non-communication with me, so I oblige.

Right now it is 9:57 p.m. and I am going to watch a sitcom while having something stronger than the two cans of tallboy (16 ounces) cans of Cariboo Malts (8% alcohol) I have drunk ─ that's enough fluid this close to bedroom, so something stiff is in order.

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I would have watched the very second episode of a series called The Business, but it appears that nothing else of the first season is easily discoverable. Consequently, I am abandoning it.

Instead I watched a marvellous second episode of Blue Mountain State's first season ─ an episode titled "Promise Ring". How have these people rounded up such a fabulously impossible array of physically perfected women? Even age age 76 I was practically hopping about as I watched this episode.

My source was this RidoMovies.tv link. My only major complaint is that it is unrealistic to me that the male lead character would not be even slightly intimidated by the hulking character of actor Alan Richardson. That part is too near to being farce.

But I love the show so far.

I drank a shot of Captain Morgan Spiced Rum (35% alcohol) during the show; and at is conclusion my wife even stopped by my open bedroom door to invite me to have some of the chicken soup she had prepared.

The episode had already elevated my slightly sagging mood, as did the rum, so this capped it for me.

It's now 11:24 p.m., so I am going to start finishing up things I've got going on here on my bedside computer and get to bed. I will be setting my cellphone alarm for 7 a.m. ... but of course, that will suddenly become an extra hour's night in bed for me due to the time change at 2 a.m. So even if I do not get to bed until midnight, 7 a.m. is still eight hours away!