Shelter?

Evidently getting to bed by 11 p.m. does not cut it, for when my 3 a.m. alarm sounded to get me up for a visit over to the nearby elementary school playground for some exercise, I was in exceptional need for further sleep. I felt with no good choice but to cancel the whole venture and instead reset my alarm for 6 a.m. so that I could at least have some exercise out in the backyard tool shed once it was light enough outside.

I don't get the ¾-mile round trip hobble to work my bad right knee; but I get to do that four assisted partial one-legged squats that I hold for a 50 count, as well as the 31 regular two-legged full flat-footed squats, holding the final squat for a 100-count before rising. I do none of these if I hobble to the school playground, so there is certainly a trade-off.

As for the pull-ups and chin-ups from the overhead metal playground ladder in the shed, I matched yesterday, but only because it had become a targeted goal. Thus, two sets of pull-ups (3-1 reps), two sets of chin-ups (2-2 reps), and a single pull-up in both sets performed between the ladder's cylindrical sides. And I held the final pull-up dead hang for a 40-count.

My younger brother was to emerge from his bedroom around 8:30 a.m., I suppose. But my wife emerged from her bedroom before I had yet gone downstairs to join him, and she was in fact to leave here a little ahead of 9:30 a.m. ─ normally, on her full workdays at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, she has not even come forth from her bedroom at that time.

One thing she had me concerned about was asking me to provide her my email address so that a certain life insurance company could send me paperwork to sign. Apparently she has taken or intends to take a loan against our life insurance policies. I am normally paying something like $108 monthly on mine, but at one point it was more like $210 because she had taken out loans.

Am I going to find that my rate will again escalate because of her fool-headedness for debt?

I just wish God would end my adulthood's lifelong lottery-win drought of over 55 years so that I can free my bondage to debt and dependency, and get far, far away from here.

Incidentally, when I visited the tool shed, the early morning was still dripping with some nighttime rain, but we had none today ─ in fact, the morning became quite sunny.

As for morning T.V. with my brother after he invited me to start operation of our Android TV Box, I opened things up with a 54-minute (54:57) video published yesterday to Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel: Elections BC-The OPPOSITE Of TRANSPARENT! Denied FOIA's, Gaslighting, Lawsuits & More.

Elections BC Proves To Be The OPPOSITE Of TRANSPARENT. Hear This BC Residents' Shocking Information About Denied FOIA's, Gaslighting, A Lawsuit, And More Updates.
Links As Promised: https://consultation-portal.leg.bc.ca/consultations/148
Condensed Report: https://app.box.com/s/cbtbcjtfk62h8jqbbgpugf58sr18u6oq
Points of concern: https://x.com/theremanded/status/1991602446154756535?s=46
Lawsuit: https://www.givesendgo.com/BCElectionIntegrity

Next I tuned in You ─ episode four ("The Captain") of the first season. I sure hope the lead character ultimately meets justice ─ I hate that I may be watching this entire series and gain no satisfaction for having done so.

We finished up with 40 or so minutes of a two-hour old movie that had to be suspended so my brother could return to his bedroom for further bed rest. I fried up a three-egg and two-potato breakfast that I ate hear at my bedside computer, only realizing as the noon hour was ending that I needed to smartly get back to bed for my nap or I would be risking losing out on the daylight to have some later light exercising in my wife's vacant bedroom.

Meanwhile as I napped, my brother apparently made a beer run, and then left again on foot to catch a bus so he could begin his usual daily social drinking.

Normally come December, I set up Christmas lights in the living room and also start turning on the outdoor Christmas lights at night. But I am not doing that this year.

With Bev occupying the living room watching T.V. from the time she gets up midday until she goes to bed at night under the strong influence of her preferred brand of white wine, having Christmas lights on downstairs and outside is meaningless to me because I am shut up in my bedroom upstairs each and every day and thus cannot appreciate the beautiful view and sentiment they have always afforded me here in my very own home.

With that expressed, I am now going to break from this post at 5:45 p.m. and watch myself a Christmas movie here on my bedside computer. I've had a very light supper already, and now I need to feel the effects of some beer.

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I pretty much hit gold with 2018's The Princess Switch. Once this movie was to progress, I became a weeping suck. I feel that I wept myself dry! Normally I can hold myself to a can of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol), but I drank two such cans, and even half a shot of D'Eaubonne V.S.O.P. Brandy (40% alcohol).

And there are two sequels? Wow! Just watching this movie, I was practically falling in love with (to me) unknown actress Vanessa Hudgens. I want more of her!

My movie source was this BiliBili.tv. link. And I think the feature ended no later than 7:35 p.m. ─ far too bloody early to be getting to bed, even with the plan of rising at 3 a.m. for that missed excursion to the school playground.

My brother was not yet back from wherever he had gone to drink.

So I tuned in FBI ─ episode 11 ("Shelter") of season seven. It was a darned good episode, except for its unforgivably corrupt ending: The agents were "just doing their jobs" and allowing evil to triumph because their far betters told them so.

When will this end ─ even on T.V. this is justified? "Just doing my job" has been the excuse of every war criminal ever brought to trial!

Break the cycle, you damned weaklings! My source was this uFLIX.to link. I topped up the half-shot of brandy, so in all this evening, I had the two beers and 1½ ounces of rather large shots of brandy.

None of that is the issue. What matters most is that this disgusting "just comply with orders from HQ" FBI episode almost erased all trace of The Princess Switch's goodness. And I don't need that in my life ─ I will not be indoctrinated into compliance by this subliminal effort at obliterating my individuality to choose right from evil.

No matter how vile much of my life has become and continues to be.

The episode ended possibly as early as 8:15 p.m. The best thing for me is to brush my teeth and get to bed for that 3 a.m. rise.

My brother showed up maybe 9:16 p.m. 

Right now it is 9:23 p.m.