Roommates

My wife was home before I retired last evening, and she confirmed with me that the $350 deposit that she had made to her account was presently being held by the financial institution, preventing me from transferring the amount over into my own account.

I will have to try a daily transfer until such time as the funds get released, or else my wife will probably suffer an irresistible need to take back the funds for some expenditure.

When my 3 a.m. alarm sounded overnight, it almost startled me into full consciousness. I had gotten back into a state of sleep after a wakeful break.

I was to find that my idiot youngest stepson was still up, so when I finally left on my ¾-mile round trip hobble over to the nearby elementary school playground 50 or so minutes later, I did my best to leave surreptitiously.

It had recently rained, for all was dripping wet outside, but it was not too chilly.

At the playground it was of course necessary to wipe dry a jungle gym monkey bar for use. I decided to do my pull-ups and chin-ups without the restriction of my 3-lb denim jacket, so this would mean I was going to be working with a clothed body weight of about 187 pounds.

Fortunately, I managed my recent norms despite being a little heavier, opening with a set of three pull-ups, and then two repetitions in the other sets ─ two sets of pull-ups, two sets of chin-ups, and two sets of pull-ups between a pair of half-rings.

There was the usual 30-count between sets; and then I think I did a dead hang set for a 60-count, but for some reason I now cannot remember it.

I finished up with 10 slow full-range decline push-ups on a nearby metal ramp.

Once I had hobbled back home, I found the house in darkness, my youngest stepson having gone to bed.

It may have been as late as 6:15 a.m. before I returned to my own bed.

Although I was once to rise and use the toilet in the interim, it was already a couple or so minutes after 9 a.m. when I decided to peek at the time after lying in bed for a while awake, but luxuriating in the comfort of being there and knowing I could quite easily sleep more.

This discovery had me hustle up, for I correctly anticipated that my younger brother was watching T.V. downstairs.

Thus I was to join him, quite quickly getting his invitation to put our Android TV Box into operation.

We were to watch just two videos. First, a nearly 1½-hour (1:16:04) documentary published earlier this morning to BitChute's PAY ATTENTION channel: PLAGUE of CORRUPTION - Liam Neeson Narrates the Investigation, 80 years of Deception...

Watch the movie by Amigo Studios while you can. ALSO... Read the book by the same name that was written by Judy Mikovits and Kent Heckenlively. Something strange is going on here...
'James Roguski'

Mirrored from 'James Roguski':
https://jamesroguski.substack.com/

The excellent documentary was followed with The Graham Norton Show ─ episode three of season or series 33. Always a lot of fun on this show!

At its conclusion, it was time for my brother's return to his bedroom for further rest. I fixed up my day's first meal and ate that, and was to bed for my nap not too very long after 1 p.m., I do not believe.

My wife had a full workday today, so she emerged from her bedroom approximately 9:40 a.m. to shower and so forth, and left soon past 10 a.m. on her fairly long drive to the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

As far as I have noticed, the day has been cloudy ─ I have noticed neither any rain, nor any sunshine or clearance, but the street out front did seem damp the few times I may have looked outside towards it.

At this point in my day it is 5:52 p.m., and I quite recently had some light exercising in my wife's vacant bedroom. It is time now for a blogging break and a Christmas movie after I collect a few items for a very light supper ─ I think just some extra old cheddar cheese, and some fruit, for my midday meal has remained with me in rather pronounced (noisome) fashion.

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I was not especially happy with my movie choice ─ 2018's My Christmas Inn. My source was this CineGo.tv link.

I absolutely love Christmas movies, so I do not delight in maligning them nor the acting cast working in them. But I was simply not able to accept that a fairly fit and good-looking White guy in an Alaskan town would fall in love with a semi-obese Black woman who was only 'so-so' in looks.

There are so many beautiful Black actresses that could have been more convincing than Tia Lowry.

As it oddly happens, today is her male lead's birthday ─ actor Rob Mayes (a former model, to boot) turned 41. Tia turned 47 back in July. There's no way that I can see this Christmas movie relationship having ever been conceivable.

I don't want to decry further concerning the movie, which I otherwise enjoyed.

I suppose it must have finished no later than 7:50 p.m., and Bev was still alone downstairs watching T.V., my brother not back from wherever he bused in the early afternoon to social drink.

I drank a tallboy can (16 ounces) of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) during the movie, not quite making it last till the feature was done. But it was near enough, so I held off opening another beer until my next show.

That next beer was a regular can (12 ounces) of Cariboo Malt, and it held up through Heimebane ─ episode two ("Alt for Noreg") of season two. The episode title translates as "All for Norway".

This one was especially dramatic. I don't see how anything can turn out well hereafter with the various team members and their management.

My source was this WLEXT.is link, but I hate using that website ─ they are too damned liberal in forcing unwanted advertisement tabs and even new windows every bloody time one's cursor touches the video player or the website itself.

My brother was still not home, incidentally.

I never noticed, but I venture that the episode may have finished by 9:25 p.m. Since I have no plans to be rising any earlier than 6 a.m. tomorrow, there was time for something else ... and a bit more drink.  

Brother actually never showed up until 10:10 p.m., by which time I had just finished watching Kevin from Work ─ episode five ("Roommates from Work") of the only season.

I noticed that when he went upstairs to his bedroom, idiot Bev was already ensconced there for the night, apparently ─ yet the T.V. downstairs was blasting. I guess she got blitzed on her white wine that she starts drinking around 4 p.m.

When she gets up midday, the T.V. is never turned off until my brother finally goes to bed late at night. Even when he is away drinking, she leaves it running when she decides to have a shower or whatever else she does that does not involve watching T.V.

It's my bloody T.V.! I bought it back in (maybe) August 2008, but I never get to watch it anymore since my brother moved her in here ─ rent-free!

I have to sit here in my wee bedroom entertaining myself at my bedside computer. This is my life now.

Yeah, life is wondrous!

Anyway, I watched Kevin from Work at this CineGo.tv link, and had myself a glass tumbler poured of Domaine D'Or red wine (12% alcohol).

If I can't finally lottery-win my way out of this entrapment that my life has become, I may as well just finish up in a ditch somewhere. There is no hope ─ all of the elusive potential my younger self supposed was present was naught but an illusion.

This has been made plentifully evident by God's ignoring of me. There is nothing at all special about me, no matter what I always thought.

I think I had best be done blogging for tonight. It is 10:39 p.m.