😈A Badly Lost Day👹

Today has gone nothing as planned. In fact, it has been a complete washout.

'Twas after 1:30 a.m. before I made it to bed last night, and not because of any depraved misbehaviour. Having my youngest stepson choose to tutor me that evening in how to use his iPhone 14 Pro that he was giving me may have cost more than an hour, now that I think back.

And I still had possibly 12 ounces of wine to drink, as well as a T.V. show to watch. Then when that show was done, I still had maybe four ounces of wine remaining, so I tuned in a sitcom that I may have sampled back in its day, but the pilot episode was completely unfamiliar.

The show was Sullivan & Son ─ and that first season episode was "Pilot: Last, Best & Final". I believe that my source was this uFLIX.to link.

So the lost time with my stepson, endearing as it was, added onto a sitcom, demolished my good intentions.

I set my cellphone alarm for 6 a.m. as a last shot at redemption (I had originally intended 5 a.m.), but when that time arrived, I was too wiped out. It was so bad that I never even bothered wasting a coffee to try and normalize with, and at 6:30 a.m. I returned to bed with my cellphone alarm set of 8 a.m. to at least ensure that I would have the usual latter morning T.V. with my younger brother.

At 8 a.m. I felt marginally better, although I felt myself to have slept very poorly. Then when I hobbled downstairs to boil water for that needed coffee that I would be washing down an aspirin with, I noticed something damning ─ the three analogue clocks all claimed that the time was shortly after 7 a.m. (and not 8 a.m. as my cellphone claimed).

It soon dawned on me ─ the time change here on the Pacific Coast had been enacted, so our clocks were to have skipped an hour overnight.

Thus, when I first disrupted my sleep by rising at 6 a.m., I was actually rising at what would have been 5 a.m. had the time not lost an hour. I had gone to bed a little after 1:30 a.m. ... then at 2 a.m. while I was in bed, time advanced to 3 a.m., losing an entire hour.

Supposedly, this was the last time that we will be altering our clocks. From now on, time will not jump ahead or fall back an hour. 

That explained why I had felt so utterly rotten when I first rose after less that 3½ hours in bed ─ that's a bad night for almost everyone.

Not only would I not be doing any shopping, but for the second consecutive day I would also not be exercising at all.

Making the early morning even more distasteful insofar as going anywhere had been concerned was that we were having a sunny but windy day. So not only did daylight arrive an hour earlier than usual, it was brilliantly sunny. Gone now until late into the year are deeply gloomy mornings where I can feel more anonymous when I have to go shopping.

My brother was not to rise particularly early. I am unsure now, but he may not have made his appearance until near 10 a.m.

When he did join me for some T.V., I had our T95Q Android 9 TV Box all set to lead with a 22-minute (22:13) video published yesterday to Rumble's TheWarAgainstYou channel: Israel Ordering Trump to Stage a Ground Invaision of Iran, Desperate to Complete 47 Year.

The video seemed to be edited from a longer interview of Max Blumenthal by an unseen (at least, I do not recall seeing him) Judge Napolitano.

Next I tuned in Chicago Fire ─ episode 18 ("Danger Is All Around") of season 11.

And we finished up with our second sitting of a good action movie that we began watching yesterday, but we're still not finished with it.

My brother returned to his bedroom for further bed rest; and I was soon to bed for a good nap. I rose to find that my wife had risen earlier, and was busy downstairs in the kitchen. She was to have to work the latter part of today, so she left well after 3 p.m. on her fairly long drive to the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

My brother left ahead of her ─ he went off to catch a bus to carry him off for his daily bout of social drinking.

I got to work blogging, and then wasted the latter afternoon in lacklustre depraved defilement. And now my evening is early upon me ─ I must break to watch a T.V. show here on my bedside computer while enjoying a can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol). I wanted to get to bed extra early this evening, but my waste of a couple hours of afternoon scotched that hope.

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7:01 p.m. was when my first show and beer were done. The Show was Rescue: HI-Surf ─ episode 18 ("Flowback") of the only season. My source was this 1Movies.bz link.

It was very good, as is always the case. And there is only a single episode remaining ─ I don't like this at all because some of the characters and the actors portraying them have become quite important to this shut-in never-was.

I still had not supped by this point, but doing so makes the beer less palatable. Consequently, I decided to hold off until my second one was drunk, so that required another show as well.

The second show was Sight Unseen ─ episode six ("Lucas") of the first season. My source was this M4uFree.cx link.

I went through the second can of beer quickly, and then paused the episode so that I could eat my supper (my second meal of my day). While I ate, I played Microsoft FreeCell ─ but it was a dreadfully difficult game that found me undoing untold moves, and often repeating the same undos.

The game took me so damned long that I forgot that I had not completed the episode ─ I only realized this when I was set to figure out what next to watch.

Thus I had to watch the remainder of the episode with nothing left to drink, and with a buzz dying out.

My wife even arrived home just before I began watching the show's conclusion. By the time it was over, it was 9:53 p.m. If I watched another show as I was planning earlier, this would be keeping me up too late. 

And I still had to brush my teeth.

Before I got at that chore, my wife collected a glass of wine from my open four-litre box of Sommet Rouge (12% alcohol).

I brushed my teeth, and then opted to watch a sitcom with maybe 10 ounces of wine. To watch, I chose Whitney ─ episode six ("Two Broke Hearts") of season two. My source was this uFLIX.to link.

The episode was done a little ahead of 11:20 p.m., and had its usual fun touches. The series has a great core cast.

Clearly I am not getting to bed early. I had thought that if I did succeed, and I slept well enough and was able to rise extra early, then maybe for once I might dare a weekday hobble to do some of the shopping I failed to do on the weekend.

It likely ain't gonna happen. It is now 11:34 p.m.