Ride Away

Yes, my respiratory affliction has definitely weakened considerably. I am still phlegmatic and have my cough centre kick in occasionally, and my nose is still rather runny; but otherwise I feel essentially normal again. This is quite something since it was only last Friday afternoon that I realized something was going wrong.

Nasal blockage still affects my ability to find sleep, but I do not do well in this department anyway.

The two cans of beer and eight-ounce or so glass of wine that I tend to drink in the evenings cause me to have to respond two or three times nightly to urinary urgency. The last time proved to be this morning at 5:11 a.m., as I was to discover when I checked the time. Since my cellphone alarm was set for 6 a.m., there was little chance of getting back into any sleep, but I stayed in bed anyway until the alarm sounded.

Due to the often serious need for urinary relief, I often have to use an empty 1.75-litre yogourt container that I retain just for that purpose. This is so because of how late everyone else goes to bed. If the hallway light is on outside my bedroom doorway, then I would have to dress to go to the bathroom because the entire hallway is in full view of anyone in the living room watching T.V.

Or if anyone is in the bathroom ahead of me, then I either use the container or suffer for however long it will take for the bathroom to be vacated. This can happen at 2 a.m., 3 a.m., 4 a.m., 5 a.m., or even 6 a.m. because my idiot youngest stepson typically will sit up all bloody night long if he doesn't have to work the following day.

There is a toilet in the den area downstairs where he has his sleeping quarters and his impressive computer set-up, but to use that toilet would again require me to dress, for with my subluxated patella and arthrogenic quadriceps muscle inhibition (all self-diagnosed) crippling me, it takes a bloody lot of effort and time to hobble down two sets of stairs to use that toilet. I cannot descend stairs without placing both of my feet on each step before proceeding to the next one.

Anyway, a glimpse into what life is like for an ageing cripple living with night owls. 

After daylight this morning, I had a little exercise out in the backyard tool shed. I am still only forcing out a single repetition in the six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups that I engage using the sides of a child's metal slide ladder spread athwart some roof rafters.

After getting back into the house, I fixed up a dish of what was to be my very substantial breakfast, having my brother make an appearance as he came downstairs for the morning to watch T.V.

I took my fare upstairs to my bedside computer and ate here, finally joining him a little past 9 a.m.

Upon getting his invitation to put our T95Q Android 9 TV Box to work, I opened with a nearly 13-minute (12:58) video that turned out to pretty much be a commercial. It had been published earlier today to BitChute's Page Chronicles channel: An Opportunity to Finish Off the Immoral Minority • Harley Schlanger (Schiller Institute) •🕞13 mins.

Properly understood, the "Epstein Affair" has provided a road map as to who is leading the immoral minority as they move ahead with their agenda of depopulation.  A Global Majority is rising in sovereign nations, committed to ending the nightmare unleashed by the Satanic globalists who sponsored and protected Epstein.

Far more interesting were my next choice ─ a half dozen or so short videos at YouTube's Latest Sightings channel.

I followed those with Yellowstone ─ episode five ("Watch 'Em Ride Away") of season five.

Then we finished the more than an hour that remained of the movie we suspended watching yesterday morning ─ 2011's Good Morning, Killer. I had previously downloaded it because cute actress Laci J. Mailey had an early acting role in it, but I never recognized her as being in the cast.

I now do not know my source for the download, but I see that it can presently be viewed at this LookMovie.fi link.

It was interesting enough, although the concluding standoff made absolutely no sense to me. It was utterly unrealistic that the cops never stormed the house as soon as they heard the captive girl screaming.

My brother returned to his bedroom for more rest when the movie was done around 11:45 or 1150 a.m.

Note that my wife had a full workday today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, so she rose shortly past 9:30 a.m. to shower and otherwise ready, and wordlessly left about half an hour later. Her doing so still often smarts, for we were once so phenomenally close, I thought.

She seems to be distancing herself from me out of malice, whereas I am reciprocating the non-communication solely because I fear engaging her and suddenly getting solicited for one or more hundreds of dollars I cannot afford ─ she is a 'party girl' and runs through her own income, often failing to meet her debts first.

I cannot afford bailing her out month after month. Yet not doing so earns me this ongoing totally cold shoulder.

The day has been sunny. I considered some afternoon exercise, but this is a bath day; and right now it is 4:14 p.m. My youngest stepson had to report in to the office today (as opposed to working from home on his computer), so I want to have that bath before he returns home.

And so I shall take an extended break from this post, for I intend some drinking and three shows here on my bedside computer. Maybe for once I can get to bed especially early this latter evening, for I would like to get out in the weest a.m. and hobble over to the elementary school playground to have a half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups there for a good change.

Getting to bed early enough (for the 3 a.m. rise from bed to begin readying for such an outing) will guarantee that I will be using that empty yogourt container, since only Bev is likely to get to bed this side of midnight. I cannot access the toilet with my brother and my wife still up, especially if the hallway light outside my door is on.

What a life I have brought down upon myself with my rued path choices.

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I watched The Expanse ─ episode seven ("Windmills") of the first season. My source was this 1Movies.bz link.

I only began resuming watching the series as of the previous episode after not having followed it since pre-COVID, so I still have no feeling for any of the characters. I watched impassively.

The episode ended no later than 7:41 p.m., and I soon enough realized that at some point my brother had gotten back home from his daily public transit to social drink.

My second show ─ and second can of Cariboo Strong malt (7% alcohol) ─ was Stargirl. This one was episode six ("The Justice Society") of the first season. I felt a little emotion there at the conclusion when Pat leads Courtney into realizing that her teammates were as exasperating to her as she had been to him.

It was sweet.

My source was another 1Movies.bz link, and at most the episode concluded by 8:36 p.m.

Too early for bed.

So, moderating, I poured maybe five ounces of Sommet Rouge wine (12% alcohol) into a glass tumbler and tuned in the pathetic Aliens in America ─ episode four ("The Metamorphosis") of the blessedly only season. My source was a further 1Movies.bz link.

The bloody morons who created this series have clearly never had to live anywhere around young Indian or Pakistani Muslims who have come to the West. The show is a phony caricature.

I am going to strive to be to bed before 10 p.m., but it will require not taking the lengthy chore of brushing my teeth. So with that said at 9:50 p.m., I am going to start shutting things down here on my computer for its restart.

My wife has not yet come home, but of course we have had separate bedrooms ever since my release after about 11 days from my supposed COVID pneumonia back in October 2021.

Was it really that long ago?