The Return

My overnight cellphone alarm was set for 4 a.m. to get me up so I could hobble the two-mile round trip to my financial institution's nearest ATM so I could deposit my younger brother's monthly expenses reconciliation cheque.

I was not to require the alarm. Due to inferior sleep, I rose on my own at 3:44 a.m. But I was so wasted from the previous evening's bit of extra drinking and for sitting up longer than I had originally intended to, that I was not going anywhere without a strong mug of instant coffee and an aspirin.

Consequently it was 4:30 a.m. before I was on my way. The sky seemed fairly clear, but I was spared any freezing ─ everything was just wet.

Early into my trip I am convinced that I spooked a girl who had come round a corner at an intersection and was rather slowly coming in my direction. But I think that my size, my ball cap pulled low, and my hoodie's bulked-up hood massed atop my jacket's collar ─ along with my five-foot walking stick ─ broke her nerve as we got closer, and she turned about and hustled back to the intersection and would have crossed had a car not been against her because the light was just then changing.

The vehicle that was right there forced her to stop, by which time I was up behind her; but I was turning at the intersection and going along the way from which she had originally come. I never looked back to see if she noticed this, and then chose to resume her original path now that I was no longer posing a potential threat.

The incident made me feel rather bad to be perceived as a danger.

At least my trip was otherwise uneventful, but it was later than I usually go out on such ventures and by the time I was back home there were more people out there afoot than would normally have been the case.

I think that it was around 6:15 a.m. by the time I returned to bed for a little under two hours. I managed to be up somewhat ahead of my brother's emergence from his bedroom for the morning ─ I had expected at rising that he was likely already up and watching T.V.

Anyway, I waited until just past 9 a.m. before going downstairs to join him, bringing the dish that was to be my day's first of two meals.

At my brother's invitation to put our old T95Q Android 9 TV Box to work, I led things off with a 21-minute (21:46) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: So is it Stolen?

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Our next video was nearly 1½ hours (1:27:10) and had been streamed yesterday to YouTube's The Shadoe Davis Show: Feb. 4th/2026- Guests Dallas, James and Jim from OneBC & more on the Epstein Files.

Tonight: Dallas Brodie, James Davison and Jim McMurtry of OneBC join the show to discuss DRIPA and the uncertainty it's causing for BC home and business owners, realtors, lending institutions and investors and their epic documentary "Making a Killing", more on the Epstein files, Melinda Gates speaks out about her husband's involvement with Jeffrey Epstein, Stephen Harper wants Canada's two main political parties to work together during these "uncertain times", Carney blames Conservatives for inflation, Poilievre suggests illusion vs reality and more

After that, we put in our third sitting of a movie, but it seems that a fourth sitting is going to be required ere we have completed watching it.

My brother retreated back to his bedroom for some further bed rest. For myself, I may have managed as much as 1¾ hours back in bed for my early afternoon nap. He had in that time managed to drive off to tend to some sort of errand, but of course Bev never left the chesterfield where she sits watching my T.V. from the time she gets up (usually during the noon hour) until she goes to bed at night.

We had a fairly sunny day. I wanted to get out to the backyard tool shed around mid-afternoon for some exercise there, but I just did not have it in me to have to work my way down the stairs, putting each foot on every step due to my (self-diagnosed) patellar subluxation, in full view of Bev seated on the chesterfield.

This gets so damned wearing.

Instead, I settled upon some light exercising in my wife's vacant bedroom.

I transferred out the money I had deposited into the joint chequing account of my wife and I, moving it over to a private account that she cannot pilfer from. That left $47 and change in the joint account. But later I began considering that even so little can tempt her, so I transferred a further $20 over to my private account. None of the money in our joint chequing account is hers ─ she keeps hers somewhere else, and only pilfers my money when she has need and there is money there to take.

But it makes me feel rather rotten doing this.

Getting that latter afternoon jump yesterday on watching my T.V. shows here on my bedside computer ─ and the bit of extra drinking as a result ─ is not something I am going to repeat today. It is too punishing.

At present it is 5:03 p.m. and I am going to break from blogging, but I am going to have my day's second meal while watching some YouTube entertainment. Then I will engage the T.V. shows and my usual couple of Cariboo Strong malts (7% alcohol) and a glass tumbler of maybe eight ounces of Sommet Rouge wine (12% alcohol) that will by then have me nicely buzzed for my bedtime.

Of course, I will finish this post just before bed.

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My first show was The Rookie ─ episode 16 ("The Return") of season seven. My source was this TVSeries.video link.

It was good! Too bad about the young "Seth Ridley" character, but I just do not fathom someone's need to compulsively lie.

The episode accounted for my first can of beer.

I believe that my next show was finished by 7:53 p.m. And so a second can of beer. As yet, my brother had not bused back from wherever he had gone to social drink.

The show I watched was Doom Patrol ─ episode three ("Pain Patrol") of season two. I didn't quite get enough emotional satisfaction out of it, for it lacked in that regard. I felt uplift once towards the end when "Rita" was roaring her defiant rage as she ─ along with "Larry" ─ were smashing the numerous cases of butterflies, freeing them. The butterflies were actually the reduced victims of "Red Jack".

When a beautiful woman roars her defiance in valiantly confronting embodied evil, it is liberating and exhilarating for me. Inspirational.

I also was a little affected at the end of the episode when "Larry" turned and ran to embrace "Rita" in full acknowledgement of what she had come to mean to him.

But there simply was not enough of these touching enactments. My source for the episode was yet another TVSeries.video link.

By the way, as of my early afternoon nap, I believe myself to have begun displaying the throat and sinus symptoms of a developing infection ─ like I need this atop all that is presently wrong with my useless and pathetic life.

I opted to spend the 15 or so minutes that it takes for me to brush my teeth, during which time my brother arrived back home to keep Bev company.

My final show was the sitcom Victorious ─ episode eight ("Survival of the Hottest" "Trapped in an RV") of the first season. My source was this 1Movies.bz link.

I don't know why the episode has got two titles.

I am truly glad that I came upon this delightful and cheery series; and the Ariana Grande character "Cat" is so wondrously sweet, joyous, and innocent ─ and hot ─ I am always going to be attracted to her, unless I discover that she (the actress) is nothing of the sort. For now, I love absolutely everything about her 16 years ago.

If I paid enough attention and am remembering correctly, the episode ended by 9:12 p.m. at most. Sure, I could jam in another sitcom, but I would want to have another drink to enjoy with the entertainment.

So I shall just dawdle for a time here at my computer, but not for too much longer, and then get to bed. Right now, it is 9:45 p.m.