Last night my younger brother summoned me downstairs to join him and Bev maybe 10 minutes ahead of midnight ─ she had tuned in the televised New York City New Year's Eve countdown filmed three hours earlier.
Well, at the appointed time, my brother had us all down a Smirnoff vodka & Carolan's Irish Cream mix. But it was only a bit after we had done so that we realized midnight was still three or so minutes away because the T.V. station did not properly synchronize the telecast with Pacific Time.
Bev was not up much longer.
After she left us, I was torn about suggesting we watch something like Planes, Trains and Automobiles for the emotional effect, but I was leery of sitting up excruciatingly late drinking. Then when he tuned in something like the Psi Factor T.V. series, I rose and announced that I wasn't going to watch that nonsense after the passage of 2025 into 2026. It should have been a time for things emotional.
I think he took umbrage, but I returned upstairs to my bedroom and my bedside computer to finish the can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) that I had opened after the vodka / Irish Cream toast.
Anon I was to notice my brother seemingly passed out downstairs, but he did eventually revive and decided to go properly to bed, bidding me a good night as he passed by my open bedroom doorway.
If I am remembering correctly, it may have been just past 1:30 a.m. when I went to bed (I hope it wasn't 2:30 a.m.).
Incidentally, my wife texted "Happy New Year" wishes to me at 12:26 a.m. from wherever she was partying.
Morning for me began when I checked the time at 8:18 a.m. My brother emerged from his bedroom around 9:08 a.m.
I hadn't bothered to assume control of the T.V., so around 9:15 - 9:20 a.m. I joined him and quickly got invited to start operating our Android TV Box.
I decided to lead with Juliet Bravo ─ episode 12 ("Home-Grown or Imported?") of the first season or series.
Thus far the episodes have been available on YouTube, and I believe that our source this time had been uploaded November 19, 2025, to The Draconians. channel: Juliet Bravo-Series 1,Episode 12.
We were to watch just one further video ─ the 1949 movie The Life of Riley. I had it downloaded onto a thumb or flash drive some time ago, but I am unsure of my source ─ possibly from this OK.ru link.
I vaguely recall the T.V. series from when I was a kid in the 1950s. Watching the movie was quite a treat, to be honest ─ even my brother seemed to enjoy the old black & white feature.
He returned to his bedroom for further bed rest once the movie was over. I didn't pursue a nap until after 1 p.m.
Awhile later, I was up in time to correctly suppose I was hearing my brother leave the house to catch a bus and go social drinking.
I had the second of my two mugs of morning instant coffee well spiked with Lamb's Dark Navy Rum, for I needed the buzz. I napped it off successfully, though.
Around 3:30 p.m. I went out to the backyard tool shed to have what proved to be a half dozen sets of token pull-ups and chin-ups with just a single repetition in each set, but I held the final pull-up's dead hang for a 45-count.
Then I tackled the knee and thigh exercises, seeking to regain proper use of my right leg's knee and lower quadriceps.
Back in the house, I was sorely tempted for some light exercising in my wife's vacant bedroom, but this was a bath day, and the pull to get back into some drinking while watching one or two Christmas movies was too strong, so I chose to have the bath instead.
The bath is now done and it is 6:03 p.m. ─ time to break from blogging and start on a Christmas movie and the first of a couple of Cariboo Malts.
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I chose to watch 2019's Christmas at the Chateau. My source was this GOOJARA.to link.
It was certainly interesting enough. However, it did not provide me the Christmassy schmaltz in the Hallmark vein that I respond best to in Christmas movies ─ I want to dissolve into emotional ruin, and this one was not doing that for me.
I have to say, though, that lead actress Kinsey Leigh Redmond was one deliciously robust figure of a woman, and I did find myself wishing that I had met someone like her in my life.
The movie finished less than five minutes past 8 p.m. Over its course I had drunk a can of beer, and then ate my supper for however long that may have taken as I watched. I finished up with half a glass tumbler of Mission Ridge Premium Red Wine (13% alcohol) ─ approximately four ounces, but I still had half of that remaining.
Tinkering with the notion of trying to rise at 3 a.m. for a foray over to the nearby elementary school playground, I decided not to sit up watching another movie ─ especially one that might actually plummet me emotionally into the depths of regret and loss.
And so I chose to watch Legacies ─ episode 11 ("We're Gonna Need a Spotlight") of the first season. My source was another GOOJARA.to link.
The show was okay ─ lots of hot young actresses to look at.
It finished shortly after 9 p.m., and by then I had added a second can of beer to my evening's drink total after finishing the couple of ounces of red wine remaining in the glass tumbler.
My brother had returned home during the Christmas movie, by the way.
Just ahead of 9:20 p.m., Bev came upstairs to invite me below for partaking of a ham they had cooked, but of course I had eaten during the Christmas movie.
It is time now to brush my teeth. I have an urge to down a good shot of rum, but I will try to resist. It is just that I feel somewhat forlorn ─ as if the alcohol is wearing off.
Maybe some sleep will do. It is 9:28 p.m., and that's all I have to write today, the first day of 2006.
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