It was a bit past 2 a.m. before I got to bed last night ─ no need to say why. Consequently today has been a 'nothing sandwich' dressed with forlornness.
Why will God not lift me from this sewer that is my existence?
My younger brother was already downstairs watching T.V. news when I finally got out of bed fairly soon past 8 a.m., I believe. It was not too much later that ─ as he passed by my open bedroom door while I sat here at my bedside computer ─ that he announced we would be having to yet again reset the damned tarp on the backyard tool shed roof.
At least it had not blown over onto the opposite side like it did a few nights ago. He was even on his own able to get it straightened back in its proper position, but he needed me to lift up the three beams that we use to weigh it down ─ all three had evidently blown off once the tarp began getting elevated by the winds.
We did this chore late in the morning.
First, though, we had watched some morning T.V. together shortly after 9 a.m. after I had joined him and gotten invited to operate our Android TV Box.
First I tuned in a 31-minute (31:16) video uploaded earlier today to YouTube's AnitaK channel: How to Deal with a Pesky News Anchor | Why Poilievre should deflate Vassy's giant, biased ego.
In this interview, Pierre Poilievre faces pointed questioning from Vassy Kapelos — but instead of holding Mark Carney to account, the focus shifts to blaming Poilievre for caucus members leaving.
Is that fair journalism, or a deflection from tougher questions that should be asked of those in power?
Plus Michael Ma Floor Crosser Speaks, he gives 1st TV interview after the split.
Our second video was approaching 1¼ hours (1:12:06), and had been streamed yesterday to Rumble's Stew Peters Network channel: Erika Kirk: Zionist Puppet Wife, Walking Red Flag, and Prime Coverup Suspect.
Erika Kirk is a proven liar covering up Charlie's murder while her Zionist-connected family hijacks Turning Point USA for foreign cash.
Andrew Swedger exposes Pfizer CEO Albert Bourla calling jabs "bioweapons" as part of Big Pharma's satanic destruction plan.
We finished with a 23-minute (23:54) video uploaded two days ago to YouTube's Rebel News channel: Dallas Brodie's take on the implosion of the OneBC Party.
After being ousted as leader, Brodie addresses the firing of a junior staffer she says held views incompatible with the party, the loss-of-confidence vote, and her efforts to regain the party and keep fighting for the province.
And then came the tool shed chore.
We had no rain today, although I may have seen evidence of some sprinkling. The skies were mostly overcast, but I did notice some fleeting blue sky in the West in the mid-morning, I think.
It was fairly chilly out there.
My wife never came home last night ─ I rather thought that she might during my early afternoon nap, but she did not.
Towards 4 p.m. I opted not to have a light exercise session in her vacant bedroom, choosing instead for the more invigorating session out in the backyard tool shed. Nothing but singles in the six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups; and I barely managed a 45-count dead hang after the last of the pull-ups before my hands ─ cupped over the two thick sides of the young child's ladder (for a slide) that I have stretched across some rafters ─ had slipped too far to risk any longer. With my damaged right leg, I dare not incur the yard-high drop.
And of course, I engaged the squats to try and regain lower quadriceps strength in that damaged right leg.
In the coming morning I am considering the two-mile round trip hobble to Save-On-Foods over near my primary financial institution and its outdoor ATM. The store opens at 7 a.m., so I could conceivably be back home by 8 a.m. ─ the time the store I usually shop for groceries opens, and which is half the distance.
I hate being out in the public in daylight, so shopping an hour earlier appeals.
Towards that end, I must ensure that I am to bed quite early this evening, for I will want to rise at 5 a.m. to have ample time to accommodate myself to that venture.
I wish that I had hard liquor on hand ─ I want the head start boost a good shot would yield. But instead, I will lead off my bit of drinking with the final third of a 750-ml bottle of King Family Vineyard's Haywire 2022 Merlot (14% alcohol) while I am watching whatever first show it is that I tune in here on my bedside computer.
I do not feel myself to be in a wholesome enough mental space for a Christmas movie, so I doubt that I will watch one.
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I tuned in Heimebane (Home Ground) ─ season two's episode four ("Go Your Own Way"). Boy, this got deep on the personal level in several directions. Poor young "Nils", the 18-year-old birthday boy! I was so concerned that he was going to do something indefensible when he shut himself in the bedroom with his unconscious crush who had passed out on her bed. But he did something like I would have likely done when I was a very young and naive, inexperienced man ─ an absolutely silly act of self-perceived sacrificial gallantry that the young woman would see entirely past.
I like the young character being portrayed.
But his lengthy observations to the chap cleaning up the party mess the next morning were remarkably insightful, except that men are largely rudderless and need to have women in their lives ─ good women.
I found what may be my best source yet for an episode of this series. I located and used this VexMovies.biz.id link, and it proved exceptional for me.
I actually still had some wine remaining in the glass tumbler I was nursing ─ the show was that good at distracting me from my present. The show was over by 7:15 p.m., incidentally.
Next I tuned in FBI: International ─ episode 11 ("Veritas Fidelis") of season four. This one rather hit me ─ I have a small emotional vulnerability when it come to ancient institutions of learning (and also great libraries). And I say that as a Grade XII dropout.
As well, I truly care about the "Smitty" character.
My source was this uFLIX.to link, and it played through perfectly.
The show ended at 8:17 p.m., and still my brother was not back from wherever he had bused to go social drinking in the early afternoon.
There was time enough ─ and need enough for some drink ─ so I tuned in The Rookie, episode 13 ("Three Billboards") of season seven. At most, the show ended by 9:30 p.m., and I was to hear my brother downstairs keeping Bev company with whatever crap T.V. shows they were watching.
My source was this GOOJARA.to link.
It is early ─ only 9:42 p.m. as I type these words; but I have much to do ere bed, and I would prefer to drink no further. It is late enough. With luck, I may be to bed by 11 p.m. at latest.
Anyone reading this ... I honestly wish you whatever best is possible for you and yours.
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