My night's latter part was extremely poor where sleep was concerned. At 5:35 a.m. I rose to use the toilet, but I could not countenance rising at 6 a.m. to the setting of my cellphone alarm, so I reset it to 6:30 a.m.
I felt myself to be virtually sleepless thereafter, but when the alarm chimed at 6:30 a.m. I could scarce believe that it was already that time ─ it did not seem possible that I had lain awake for so long, so I must have surely dozed.
And I felt things to be manageable ─ I did not feel especially ill slept.
Anon I was to have some exercise out in the backyard tool shed ─ the usual single repetition in all six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups; and then the squat work to challenge my damaged right knee and quadriceps muscles.
Although the grass was not obviously frosty, it was distinctly cold outside. And with the heavy overcast sky, I had little doubt that if precipitation were to occur, it would be snow. I am hoping that we can match the last time 43 years ago when we went through a Fall, Winter, and Spring without any. I was 33 years old back then, but I honestly do not recall any such snowless season.
Anyway, upon returning into the house, I put together my day's first meal; and I also brought upstairs to my bedroom two slices of pizza my youngest stepson had apparently left out in the kitchen last night for anyone to take. The two pieces will provide the foundation of today's second and final meal.
My younger brother barely emerged from his bedroom before 9 a.m.
When I joined him around 9:10 a.m. or very shortly thereafter, and got his invitation to start operation of our old T95Q Android 9 TV Box, I led us off with a video just topping an hour (1:05:42) that had been published December 2 (2025) to Rumble's Lees_Oil channel: Healing with Cancer Documentary : The Story of Lee's Oil.
A documentary about a man on a mission to find a better pathway to healing from Cancer. Lee Whitley takes you on a journey with some of his people that he's helped on their cancer journey.
This emotionally charged and inspiring story about Lee's mission to help people that had no options left with a natural medicine.
For more information please visit www.leehelps.com or email us at lee.whitley@gmail.com
This was interesting! If I could afford to make a purchase of the pills, I definitely would.
I followed that with Agatha Christie's Poirot ─ episode four ("Four and Twenty Blackbirds") of the first season or series.
And we finished up with some more of the comedy movie we had begun yesterday, but it seems we shall require a third sitting before we have seen all of it.
My brother returned to his bedroom for more bed rest, and I was back to bed for my needed nap before Bev had yet emerged from their bedroom for the day.
The morning cloud cover soon enough left as the morning advanced and we had a majorly sunny day.
Soon past 3 p.m. I resorted to my wife's vacant bedroom for some light exercising, and then I got to work on this post, breaking at one point for my day's second and final meal.
And now it is 6:02 p.m., so I am going to pause anew from blogging to watch my usual three T.V. shows here on my bedside computer while having some drinks.
I will conclude the post in the latter evening.
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My first can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) was enjoyed along with The Flash ─ episode 11 ("A New World, Part Two") of season nine.
This was a rather rare episode in that "Barry Allen" was little involved ─ the secondary characters outside of his family are generally much more interesting to me. I even got a tad wet-eyed when "Khione" came on confidently strong and vanquished the villain in the episode.
But her self-identification as being a goddess alarmed me ─ is she about to go power-mad?
My source for the episode was this TVSeries.video link, and the show was done two or three minutes past 7 p.m.
My second can of beer and the show I watched whilst drinking it finished at 8:06 p.m. The show was Superman & Lois ─ episode 14 ("Worlds War Bizarre") of season two. My source was another TVSeries. video link.
I managed to get very emotionally caught up in this episode ─ those tears flowed, as did my rage in abhorring and wishing the destruction of power-thirsting evil. But I daren't get into this ─ I haven't the time.
My brother must have arrived home during the episode from his daily commute to go social drinking, so he was downstairs choking himself conscious on his slobber as he probably sat 'watching' T.V. with Bev.
My third and final show was done by 9:05 p.m., as was about eight ounces of Sommet Rouge wine (12% alcohol) in a glass tumbler that I had poured for the show's enhancement.
It was most interesting, but it never touched me in the least emotionally.
The show was The Expanse ─ episode eight ("Salvage") of the first season. My source was, oddly, a third TVSeries.video link this evening.
I used to watch the series pre-COVID with my brother, but I never recorded just where we last left off. Just from what I could remember and what Wikipeddia episode descriptions supplied, I gambled that we only got as far as the fifth episode of the series.
Yet some of what I have watched in episodes six and seven were vaguely familiar, but I could not quite identify what. Often, I was nearly as drunk as my brother back then.
Well, in this episode I recognized one scene where a major character had a rather key extended interaction with someone who proved to be a Mormon missionary aboard a passenger space ship, and I also recognized the entire closing scene involving the hotel reception gun battle as well as the discovery of the sought-after young woman's body in her hotel room ─ she was almost covered with some sort of ... something.
So I had progressed farther into the series than I guessed, but I have little choice but to continue as I am, delivering up a beer or glass of wine to each almost forgotten episode.
Since it was still unusually early for me of late, I tested the 6¾-minute pilot of a fairly early 2000 six-episode T.V. series called Dick Bunny. It wasn't exactly top-notch, but since the episodes are so short, maybe I will try to remember to tune another episode in from time to time.
I am going to brush my teeth now, and then start shutting down whatever I have going on here on my computer before I restart it. I confess, though, to having prurience pounding heavily at my mind's door, and I am strongly inclined to respond.
Right now, it is 9:55 p.m.
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