Uninhabited

After sleeping comparatively well the previous two nights, last night was as ugly as the five I underwent last week that kept me from getting up at 3 a.m. for one of my pathetic outings.

I was probably awake no later than 1 a.m. after some initial sleep. I was still awake when I heard my younger brother come upstairs to finally go to bed. But then I heard what sounded like three taps upon what I thought might be my bedroom door. Then after a long pause, three taps came again.

I considered getting up and pulling on some clothes to see what was up, but I decided that if it was my brother, he could just open my door and look in if it was so damned important, for by then I realized that it was around 1:40 a.m.

Then came three heavy-handed thumps ... but it was not on my bedroom door. My brother was thumping on his own, and started raising his voice at Bev to come and unlock it.

I did not realize that his bedroom door had the ability to lock. The doorknob is one of those that one merely pushes in a little ways and then twists, and the door is locked. It seems that staggeringly besotted Bev went to bed last night well ahead of him, and locked the bedroom door behind her.

Well, she was too fogged from wine and sleep to understand what was happening, and he grew more and more agitated because she just stupidly remained in bed.

Finally he was able to motivate her to climb out of bed and creep to the door and unlock it.

I have no idea if my wife was home ─ her bedroom door is immediately across the hall from his. My bedroom is next to hers and thus my door is somewhat removed from his; but if the disturbance was that severe, she would have been fully awakened by it.

There was no chance that I was going to easily sleep, but I did try for a time. But at last I had no choice but to cancel my cellphone alarm, re-setting it for 6 a.m. with the notion that I might at least rise early enough to have time to normalize such that I could visit the backyard tool shed around 7:30 - 7:45 a.m. for some exercise there.

And so 3 a.m. came and went and I was still awake.

Possibly I did lapse into a little sleep, but was again awake, and fully cognizant that it was utter folly to rise at 6 a.m. just to wait 1½ - 1¾ hours so I could at last see well enough outside to exercise in the shed, so I cancelled that alarm setting as well.

After some further sleep, I realized that it was fairly light outside, so I checked the time and saw that it was already after 8 a.m. And when I dressed and opened my bedroom door to visit the toilet, I was surprised to discovered that my brother was already downstairs with the T.V. tuned in to the news shows he watches each morning.

I never came downstairs until just about 9 a.m. to join him.

And when around 9:10 a.m. he invited me to commence operation of our Android TV Box, I tuned in a 1¼-hour (1:16:10) video streamed December 1 to Rumble's TFM Report channel: Special Guest - Film Maker Todd Michael Harris.

Our good friend and film maker, Todd Michael Harris, joins us once again to talk about his latest documentary, "Silencing Detective Grus". This film dives deep into the corruption at the Ottawa Police Department, Health Canada, the federal government and more. See more of Todd's work at Matadorfilms.ca

After that, we finished watching the movie we had nearly caught a half hour of Friday morning ─ 2010's Uninhabited.

I had previously downloaded the movie, wanting to watch it because I grew so much to be attracted to young actress Geraldine Hakewill in the T.V. series Wanted.

Unfortunately the movie's outcome was disappointing. And it didn't help that ... no, I will not betray any of the ending. Watch it for yourself. One source is this OK.ru link, but this CineGo.tv link may have a sharper video.

My brother returned to his bedroom afterwards to get more bed rest. I had myself my first meal of the day, but didn't seek my nap until a little past 1 p.m. That pretty much kiboshed my considerations of having some exercise out in the backyard tool shed ─ either I did that, or I have a session in my wife's vacant bedroom while there was still sufficient afternoon daylight. The bedroom only has two lamps for lighting, and only one is elevated enough to clearly illuminate the room. However, it is situated up atop a wardrobe, and thus shines brightly down onto the only space in her room where I can exercise, and I cannot stand that glare. So I either exercise while daylight outside illuminates the room, or forget it!

I exercised in her bedroom. I had used the shed yesterday afternoon.

This has also been a bath day, and I took care of that chore awhile later after the exercise. Stripped naked for the bath, I was only barely below the 180-pound mark.

I think that my brother may have run an errand following his bed rest, but I believe thereafter he has remained home for a change, starting his drinking from scratch with Bev instead of busing off to seek out any of his drinking buddies.

It is presently 6:46 p.m. and I want to break for a quick second meal of my day ─ just a can of sardines, a small mandarin orange, and a fairly small apple (plus some nutritional supplements). Maybe this will enhance a sounder sleep tonight, for I want to try again to get up at 3 a.m. for an outing even though there has been some steady rain since nightfall.

I also want to watch a show, if not two, and have matching beer. I shall return later to complete today's post.

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I started with Crisis ─ episode 12 ("This Wasn't Supposed to Happen") of the only season. My source was this Tvids.to link.

And now I have but one episode to go. It's certainly got its drama and excitement. I just wish that I had gotten to witness the shootout at the end in which even other bad guys took down two of the original bad guys.

I suppose the episode must have ended right around 8 p.m. I had one can of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol). If I wanted another, I knew I must not waste time in squeezing in a second show.

And hesitant as I was to tune in the dreary series, I selected in my rotation The Handmaid's Tale ─ episode eight ("Unfit") of season three. How I rather dread that there are so many more seasons to bear my way through!

My source was this GOOJARA.to link. 

It was easier to hold myself to this second can of beer ─ I was somewhat thirsty with the first one, likely due to the bath and then my very light supper with no fluid intake at all.

Right now it is 9:48 p.m., so I am going to close this post and then hustle to finish up whatever I have to close on my computer ─ I would love to be to bed before 10 p.m. The rain sounds like it stopped by or even before mid-evening.