My 6 a.m. cellphone alarm definitely roused me, soft though the chime be.

It has been at least a full two weeks since I last walked anywhere ─ I definitely have begun feeling my social inhibitions mounting. I was reluctant to make the four-block walk to No Frills.

There had been some rain overnight, and maybe even when first I rose. But rain or no, I knew that I needed to ensure that I left home as early as possible or else I would be at risk of losing my resolve to go.

An online check of my financial situation was such that ─ with only $20 in my wallet ─ I was going to have to withdraw money at the ATM of a Vancity nearby No Frills. Since my debit card only works for the joint account with my wife, I have to make an online transfer from my private account of whatever funds I wish to withdraw.

It seemed of utmost prudence to only transfer over $40, for to do more would drop my account's balance below $100. This is how destitute I am at present. Just over $20 in my joint account, and just over $100 in my private account. My monthly pension will not be getting direct-deposited until sometime after next weekend.

Fortunately I got away on my walk well before the store's 8 a.m. opening ─ maybe even 10 minutes before, if not even a little more.

It wasn't raining, but everything was wet. However, I could see some small breaks in the cloud cover that I did not at all appreciate ─ I crave the gloom and even inclemency for these outings.

But I got it all done.

Nevertheless, it is so disheartening to find how disabled my right knee is. Walking home with my purchases was most awkward and laboriously slow, my stability so often insecure because even the slightest of grades challenges me ─ whether climbing or descending.

I got back home to find that my younger brother had not yet emerged from his bedroom for the morning. In fact, he was not to do so until around 9:20 a.m., by which time I was killing time watching T.V. via our old T95Q Android 9 TV Box, having tuned in a women's bare knuckle boxing match uploaded to YouTube June 3, 2025: Crazy KnuckleMania Throwback Full Fight! Taylor Starling vs. Charisa Sigala!

The fight went the distance of five rounds, and all round breaks were removed from the video, so its total length was only 11¾ minutes.

With my brother having joined me, I then tuned in a 17-minute (17:17) video uploaded earlier today to YouTube's AnitaK channel: It’s a Cartel! Why Canada Dumps Perfectly Good Milk.

Dairy Cartel rules strictly control the industry.
I take a look at why we do this and why prices would be much better if we worked with the US.

That was followed by a 56-minute (56:21) video published earlier today to Rumble's childrenshealthdefense channel: Trump Wants More Glyphosate, Rand Paul Bill to End Liability & CHD Seeks to AAP Battle.

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Our final video was actually our third sitting of a movie we began several days ago, and which I had previously downloaded. It was 2011's Jack and Jill.

I don't now recall my source, but I venture that it was likely this OK.ru link.

Our first sitting of the movie had me absolutely detesting it. Even with all of the celebrity cameo appearances, it was totally unfunny and a dreary watch. I was more receptive when we had our second sitting. And today, I was to find that it was rather amusing. I'm just glad to have it behind us now.

And with it done, my brother returned to his bedroom for further bed rest.

I had eaten during the women's bare knuckle boxing match, so I believe that I likely got to bed for a nap very early into the noon hour. When I later roused from what seemed a deep snooze, I could barely understand how only an hour or so had passed since I had gone back to bed.

And with that realization, that nap didn't seem so restorative.

My wife only had to work the latter part of the day, so she had risen at some point while I was napping.

Today is her birthday; but alas, I cannot afford anything for her. So while she was busy downstairs in the kitchen, all I could think to do was go down to her and contritely thank her for coming into the world 53 years ago; and I added that I hoped by now she had enough celebrating.

She agreed that she had, for I know of at least two pre-birthday parties this past week on her behalf ─ she has a lot of friends, unlike me.

It was possibly no more than five minutes past 3 p.m. when she left on her fairly long drive to go to work at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

This is a bath day for me, so I am not going to bother with any light exercising in my wife's available bedroom as I type these words at 4:07 p.m. The shopping walk will be the totality of my exercise today.

I am going to break from working on this post, and will not conclude it until the latter evening. That bath is next; and then I will fetch some supper, my day's second meal. After that I will be doing a little drinking while watching some shows here on my bedside computer.

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My first show and can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) were done by 7:34 p.m.

I'm going to miss this series, for the show was Prime Suspect, and finale episode 13 ("Stuck in the Middle with You") of the only season. My source was this Tvids.to link.

This one had a rather sweet ending for a change, because it seems clear at last that "Detective Dan Duffy" now cares about "Detective Jane Timoney".

And she him.

My brother returned from his daily social drinking a little before I began my second show. 

Anyway, show (and beer) number two were basically done by 8:49 p.m. The show was Madame Secretary ─ episode eight ("Need to Know") of the first season. This time my source was a TVseries.video link.

It was good; and even a little touching towards the end when a rescued and badly beaten American operative was flown back home and met by his wife as he limped down the aircraft stairs for an intimate embrace he emotionally reciprocated.

My final show ─ and about 10 ounces of Sommet Rouge wine (12% alcohol) ─ finished by 9:52 p.m. The show was Betrayal ─ episode four ("...That Is Not What Ships Are Built For") of the only season. My source was yet another TVseries.video link.

Man, this series is fast getting intense ─ I have no idea how the two adulterous central characters are going to get through their spousal betrayal unscathed. What makes matters so much worse is that neither of them has a spouse who does not deserve their marital loyalty ─ there is only love.

I have no further comment.

At present it is 10:22 p.m., so I am going to begin shutting things down once I give my teeth a brushing. As yet, my wife has not come home from work. I suspect it likely that there are still those who want to celebrate her on the day of her actual birthday.