😈No Truce👹

Around 4 p.m. when I checked my blog's page views so far for today, the claim was there of 705 ─ I have never seen such a population of views, so I can only attribute the activity to bots.

As for my day, well, it has been subdued ─ and not because of a fair amount of rain.

Instead of a proper bedtime last night by 11 p.m., I never got to bed until just past 2 a.m. As usual every week or so, I embraced absolute depravity.

I don't even know if my wife had gotten home by then. No one else was up when I opened my bedroom door to use the toilet before getting to bed.

I expected it likely that I would not waken enough to be checking the time until after 8 a.m. this morning, but I was wrong ─ I did so just past 6 a.m. There was no intention to be getting up ─ I only wanted to lose conscious awareness; so I tried for more sleep.

About an hour later I gave up, having been unable to find ease because I did not know if my younger brother had put the garbage wheelie bin curbside last night for today's collection. I finally dressed and went to check ─ he had not, so I took care of that in a fairly pleasant light rain.

It made me miss being able to walk, crippled as I now am. And I attribute a lot of last night's folly to this imprisonment ─ it is corrupting being unable to roam freely in the night like I used to do. Or even to walk in the day ─ I shun daylight hours now because of my hobble due to my damaged right knee.

I remained up after tending to the garbage; and then shortly before 8 a.m. my brother emerged from his bedroom for his usual morning T.V. news programs and instant coffee.

I waited until maybe 9:10 a.m. before joining him, rather quickly getting his invitation to start operation of our Android TV Box.

Well, I tuned in a 55-minute (54:26) video streamed yesterday to Rumble's Katie Miller Pod channel: Elon Musk on DOGE, AI, & Are we in a Simulation? | KMP Ep.18.

In this episode, I sit down with @elonmusk for a wide-ranging conversation on DOGE, AI, simulation theory, and much more.

My brother soon began griping; and shortly after he absented himself to sit at the dining table reading something, I gave up approximately midway through the interview. But I later played the remainder while working on this post.

What I did next watch with my brother was This Is Us ─ episode 10 ("The Last Seven Weeks") of season three.

We finished up with a 1½-hour video streamed June 10, 2022, to Rumble's America's Untold Stories channel: Who was George de Mohrenschildt?

Who was George de Mohrenschildt? Lee Harvey Oswald’s best friend or was there more to the story?

My brother thereafter sought further bed rest, whereas I first had what was probably an overlarge first meal of my day before seeking a needed nap early in the latter half of the noon hour.

My wife had today off work, so she was finally up when I rose from the nap ─ possibly after 2 p.m., but I now cannot remember. Maybe it was more like 1:30 p.m. or soon after.

Had she not been home the day, I might have essayed some exercise; but with her present, I had no motivation and just sloughed it off. I would have only exercised out in the backyard tool shed anyway, and I am hoping to be getting up at 3 a.m. overnight so I can visit the nearby elementary school playground for the pull-ups and chin-ups that I would have involved myself with in the tool shed. At my age, doing the same exercises with so little break in time is counterproductive because there is virtually no recovery period.

She did finally leave for the day (and night, I am sure) ─ it was somewhere around 4:40 - 4:50 p.m. By then it was dark and exercise was not possible for me in her vacant bedroom even if there was anything but a shred of motivation within me today, a day of oppressive dejection and loss over who I know myself to be, but still believe I could eclipse in startling contrast if only God would help me in the only fashion that I am capable of recognizing ─ financially.

I can do absolutely nothing without that means. Otherwise, I am dependent upon one and all, and for me growth under that state is only retrogressive. I was never meant to be a dependant ─ I have always yearned to be a provider and protector.

My supper is probably only going to be a small mandarin orange and an apple, for that midday meal is still weighing heavily.

At present it is 5:17 p.m., so I am going to fetch that fruit to eat, and then watch at least a couple of shows here on my bedside computer because I crave the effects of some Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) to help release me from my present mindset. A couple of good shows and some drink should elevate me sufficiently.

I certainly will not be sitting up anything like late.

By the way, my Blogger account now claims 745 views ─ something fishy is definitely afoot.

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My first show was Midnight, Texas ─ episode five ("Drown the Sadness in Chardonnay") of season two. My source after the first one crapped out was this CineGo.co link.

I vaguely recalled the episode, from pre-COVID years.

The show ended ahead of 7 p.m., so my brother had not yet returned from his social drinking, and I had plenty of time before concerning myself with bedtime. I held myself to one can of beer.

Next I tuned in ─ rather reluctantly, for I wanted excitement and action ─ The Carrie Diaries. This one was episode two ("Express Yourself") of season two. And again, my source was a CineGo.co link.

When did it end ─ around 7:48 p.m.?

Another another can of beer was drunk.

I knew that I could likely cram in another full episode of something, but I opted for a sitcom. 'Twas Kevin from Work ─ episode eight ("Aftershock from Work") of the only season. As accompaniment, I took a big shot of D'Eaubonne V.S.O.P. Brandy (40% alcohol).

My source was this uFLIX.to link. 

The episode was fun ─ I enjoyed it considerably.

And it likely ended just ahead of 8:30 p.m.

I needed out of my damned funk ─ so much despondence. Thus, I settled upon another sitcom and one further shot of brandy.

I watched Blue Mountain State ─ episode eight ("LAX aka The Truce") of season one. My source was this RidoMovies.tv link. And I must say, the episode almost worked miracles, lifting me up considerably ─ as, of course, did another shot of brandy.

Right now it is 9:47 p.m., and supposedly my blog has had 868 visitors today ─ 𝒷𝓊𝓁𝓁 𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓉. I don't know what's going on, but it sure ain't human visitations.

I've got to stop here for today. And my brother still is not back.

Will I get up at 3 a.m.?