Missed Communications

An abominable night's sleep!

I rose at something like 2:21 a.m. at most because I had long been awake, after having once used the toilet in the latter midnight hour.

It occurred to me that I could well have dressed and taken the planned outing to the fairly nearby elementary school playground, but I no longer had heart for the venture and had cancelled my 3 a.m. cellphone alarm.

I of course spent time here at my bedside computer, and then possibly a little past 4:30 a.m. returned to bed with my cellphone alarm set for 6:45 a.m. to get me up for some backyard tool shed exercising once it was light enough outside after 7:30 a.m.

But still I could not sleep.

Then a brainstorm introduced itself whereby I could exercise before it got light enough outside. We have a long outdoor extension cord hanging against the house under a wide eave. The electric power to that cord is always 'on', so one only need insert the male end of another cord into it to power whatever device needs the current.

The tool shed has no electricity, but there is a portable light with an electrical cord that is hanging just inside the door. I could drag the long extension cord over to the tool shed and have the light inside that I needed.

So before it was yet 6 a.m. I was outside investigating that extension cord. I had a small flashlight with me.

The cord has a couple of open breaks in it up near the socket end that one needs be wary of, and which have more or less been taped over.

My concern was the very wet and partly frosted lawn. Did I really want to manhandle the 'live' cord across that wet lawn to the tool shed?

I decided that I had no such desire. So I chose instead to just set up the ridiculously blindingly bright small flashlight in the shed to illuminate things enough for me to see what I was doing.

And thus it was that I had the exercise session that I otherwise would not have had until at least 7:45 a.m. And instead of just one repetition in each of the six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups performed while hanging from the sides of the child's slide ladder that I have spread across some high rafters, as yesterday I even opened both a set of pull-ups and another of chin-ups with two repetitions. I also held the dead hang of the very last pull-up for a 50-count before my hands had slid too far off the thick and slick ladder sides.

I then got the squat exercises done as I work at trying to regain strength and use of my right leg's lower quadriceps muscles and my knee.

Back in the house I gathered from the fridge what would be my breakfast and I brought that up to my bedroom, placing it atop a floor furnace vent, and then I got back into bed to see if I could yet sleep.

I did not, but I comfortably passed considerable time, finally rallying when it seemed light enough outside for me to begin my morning ─ I found it to be maybe a couple of minutes past 8 a.m.

My younger brother was not yet up; and when he had still not emerged from his bedroom a little past 9 a.m., I went downstairs and took possession of the T.V., and activated our old T95X [it is actually T95Q] Android 9 TV Box.

All last week that device had badly malfunctioned, even turning itself off, but not properly so. It would go dark as if turned off, but it would not respond to the remote. I would have to unplug and then re-plug the Box's power cord to get it to boot back to life.

On the late evening of the 6th I ordered a new Android 14 TV Box from Amazon Canada, and each day after that contended with the ongoing failures of the old Box, often as regular as every 10 minutes.

The Box was projected to arrive on Saturday the 10th, but it wound up getting delivered the early evening of the 9th ─ so that day was to be the last in which we would have to put up with the defective Android 9 TV Box.

Saturday morning, with the old Box still hooked up, I wanted us to finish watching a recorded movie. The MoviePlayer app I was using always remembered exactly where anything being watched was left off from. So my thinking was to finish watching the movie, and then I can finally get around to retiring the old Android 9.

Well, guess what? It played faultlessly Saturday ─ and every day since! The new Android 14 is still in its original packaging ─ why go through the bother of downloading the various apps into it that I use when the old Android 9 has decided to carry on without issue?

And that's where we are presently at. This early evening will mark an entire week since we have had the new Box, but not required it.

When my brother did join me at some point before (I think) 9:30 a.m., our first video was short (1:55) and had been uploaded yesterday to YouTube's Tajana Cekic channel: The woketards have reached a new low and it’s only 15 days into 2026.

Next I tuned in a 1⅓-hour (1:21:10) documentary uploaded this past December 2 to YouTube's Making A Killing Documentary channel: Making a Killing: FULL DOCUMENTARY FILM.

OneBC Caucus is proud to present Making a Killing: Reconciliation, Genocide, and Plunder in Canada. Making a Killing is a feature documentary film exposing the massive scandal behind the taking of wealth, land, and power from the Canadian public to benefit indigenous tribes. It debunks the worst lie in Canadian history: the lie that 215 bodies were found at the Kamloops Residential School and that Canadians committed a mass murder against indigenous children. Making a Killing is the first documentary film produced by an elected caucus.

We had time enough after that to watch the last part of the movie we had to postpone completing yesterday due to my brother's need to seek more bed rest. The movie was 2017's Beyond Skyline.

I had previously downloaded it some months back, but I suspect that my source was this GOOJARA.to link. At the time, I did not realize that it was part two of a four-movie franchise.

So now I have downloaded 2010's original Skyline, but we won't be watching it for several months, I expect.

Beyond Skyline sure had its faults, but at least it was interesting and at times very exciting.

A scene involving actress Bojana Novakovic (as character "Audrey") standing with three of the men in what seems an Alamo-type finish against the cyborgs or whatever the things are, has her roaring her raging defiance as she fires her sidearm almost semi-automatically with her bared trim arm outstretched at fullest ─ damned if that was not of peak inspiration to me!

Anyway, I had already eaten my day's first meal before my brother got up this morning, so I was back to bed for my nap just ahead of noon. And I remained in bed until just about 1:40 p.m. this largely sunny day. By then, my brother had already bused away to social drink.

I tried some latter afternoon exercising, but the squat session out in the tool shed was about all I could perform. I had earlier forced some abdominal work, but I found myself unduly inflexible. I have become so stiffened that when I am lying on my back after doing some leg-raises and such, I cannot naturally curl up into a seated position ─ my spine will not allow me to bend. I have to use my hands to sort of push me up with stiffened back, rising like some early-cinema vampire

And out in the tool shed, I couldn't handle even one pull-up ─ I feel so damned broken down. My shoulders and upper arms ─ too damaged. But at least I held a dead hang for at least a 60-count.

God must soon deliver me from my confined lifestyle before it is too late for me to be capable of recovering former physical abilities ─ unless it is already too late, and He has written me off for that reason. I may be a lost cause not worth wasting effort in helping.

It is 5:59 p.m. as I type these words, so I am going to take a break for a light second meal of my day, and then I am going to watch a couple or so shows here on my bedside computer so that I can indulge in a couple of cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol).

I shall return later this evening to finalize this post.

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I first tuned in A Gifted Man ─ episode eight ("In Case of Missed Communications") of the only season. My source was this HDToday.tw link.

This one actually got my tears flowing, and had two wonderful outcomes. It wasn't a Hallmark Christmas movie, but I love having my emotions tweaked like this.

The show finished a minute or so after 7:40 p.m., and so went the first can of beer. As yet, no appearance by my brother to keep Bev company.

I next tuned in Legacies ─ episode 12 ("There's a Mummy on Main Street") of the first season. My source was this MovieGo.me link.

It was okay, but it never touched me emotionally in the least. In fact, character "Josie" left me so damned pissed off at her pettiness that it did much to detract the episode from my positive esteem.

The episode finished around 8:42 p.m. and still my brother was not home. I also finished a second can of beer. However, it was no later than 8:54 p.m. that my brother did finally get here.

I chose to spend 15 or so minutes in my bedroom brushing my teeth with coconut oil before doing aught else, and when done was surprised to find that my wife was home in her bedroom, seated on the floor, and the door ajar a couple of feet as she watched something on her smartphone.

I made an acknowledgement to her as I returned to my bedroom, getting a non-verbal response in return.

My final show was a sitcom, for which I poured myself a shot of Lamb's Dark Navy Rum.

The show was Kitchen Confidential ─ episode three ("Dinner Date with Death") of the only season. My source was this TVSeries.tv link.

The episode may have ended as early as 10:45 p.m.

I am going to wrap things up here where my post is concerned. The plan for tomorrow is to rise at 6 a.m., but I am not quite sure what I may be doing. Some early grocery shopping? Or bank on being able to accompany my brother on a beer run if he intends one? ─ I shall have to make a check of his present stock.

Whatever the case, it is presently 10:59 p.m. Surely I will not fare as abominably tonight with good sleep as I did last night?