Awful Hungry

Finding myself awake at one point well into my night, I decided to use the toilet, and in rising saw it to be something like 4:28 a.m.

I returned to bed knowing that my cellphone alarm was set for 5:30 a.m., but I was unable to sink into sleep, so I rose well before 5 a.m. and was soon downstairs monkeying around with our R69 Plus Android 14 TV Box.

This time it was early enough that my younger brother was not going to be interfering with my attempt to log into Google Playstore and thus activate the app. However, the security code they sent by text did not arrive ─ my new wireless carrier Telus is still having difficulty cementing my old Rogers cellphone number into the Telus system.

So I had to have the code emailed.

For me, this means hobbling up and down a stairway of a dozen steps, for my computer is upstairs and bedside here in my bedroom, while the T.V. is of course downstairs in the living room.

But I fetched the code and got it entered into Google Playstore ... only for them to announce that I now had to wait a further 24 hours for another verification email to be sent to me.

Fed up, I started downloading some apps through other means, and now have some decent 'sideloaded' streaming apps.

I wanted to get some grocery shopping done, and finally resolved that I would hobble the half mile to No Frills right after its 8 a.m. opening ─ or reasonably soon after, at any rate.

When I left within 10 minutes of 8 a.m., it was at least overcast and fairly chilly ─ I can't always have light rain, it seems.

I got the job done and was back home before anyone else was up. However, my youngest stepson had never even gone to bed until sometime after I had first risen.

Walking was disconcertingly awkward for me even without carrying any groceries. I need to practice using my bad right leg, but I cannot ─ there is no privacy here where I live. I cannot be afoot unseen anywhere nearby. I would like to have a grassy or earthy area where I could try and do some hopping and jogging, if this is possible ─ I don't believe I can, but I am never going to know while living where I am.

My brother was not to emerge from his bedroom until maybe 9:15 a.m., so I had possession of the T.V. to ensure we would get straight into watching shows via the Android TV Box. I still need to locate both Rumble and BitChute apps, though. I'll see about that early tomorrow.

So our first show was 50 minutes (50:24) and had been streamed two days ago to YouTube's AnitaK channel: Michael Ma, Gift to the Consevatives?!

Join myself and Portuguese Pai and Dan Freeman

Next I tuned in This Is Us ─ episode 13 ("Our Little Island Girl") of season three.

Unfortunately after that we wasted our final 20 or so minutes watching a British show we had seen before, but could only remember bits of it. I finally tuned out so that my brother could return to his bedroom for further rest.

I was unsure if he would be making a beer run today, so after my day's first meal, I lay in my bed with my bedroom door ajar by six or so inches to try and be alert enough to hear when he again exited his bedroom.

My wife was first to emerge from hers, for she was scheduled to work the latter part of today. Then Bev came forth to spend the rest of the day watching T.V. downstairs.

I took advantage of my wife in the kitchen busy washing the removable interior from the electric rice cooker and had her try texting my phone ─ and the text came through. She then tried to phone me, but it never rang and she was connected to my number's voicemail.

When I access my cellphone's information about me, it displays a phone number that I believe is the one that Telus had temporarily assigned back on Thursday when my stepson was arranging the transferring of my account from Rogers Wireless to Telus ─ they had told him that it would take 2½ hours or so for the transfer to set. I never needed to use my cellphone until yesterday morning when Google was sending me the texted code I was to need to sign in to Google Playstore, but the code never arrived.

I tried to have a second one sent with the same result. That was the first time that I had reason to believe I had a problem.

Hey, it's 6:23 p.m. ─ I've got to take my blogging break and start watching a couple of T.V. shows here on my bedside computer whilst indulging in a couple of cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol). I already had my day's second and final meal; and before that, I had exercise in my wife's vacant bedroom.

Oh, about my brother's beer run! He plans on it tomorrow, so I could have properly napped.

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What a nutty first show ─ but I liked it!

A can of beer lasted virtually throughout due to the rather heavy proximity of my supper.

The show was Black Mirror ─ the premiere episode ("Joan is Awful") of season six. My source was this TVids.to link, but beware that this website will open up a new advertisement browser to an infamous online gambling platform.

Dear Annie Murphy, and those spectacular calves only displayed in the episode's church scene!

I'm not sure, but the episode was done around 7:36 or 7:38 p.m., for it was close to an hour long.

My second can of beer was nicely sacrificed to The Carrie Diaries ─ episode 11 ("Hungry Like the Wolf") of season two. My source was this CineGo.co link.

I do like the series ─ it does grow on a person as the episodes pile up. And it brought me to 8:35 p.m.

I took a break to brush my teeth, and then opted to watch a sitcom after pouring myself maybe five or six ounces of Sommet Rouge (12% alcohol) from the dastardly dwindled contents of the four-litre box in my wife's bedroom. However, I procured the box in the dark, and in so doing overturned a glass of water onto her bedroom carpet.

I did what I could to sop it up, but I don't see how she can fail to notice.

The sitcom I tuned in was Kitchen Confidential ─ episode eight ("Teddy Takes Off") of the only season. My source was this 1Moviesz.to link.

It's a little weird knowing that one of the main cast members ─ Nicholas Brendon ─ died nine days ago.

The episode was done by 10:02 p.m., at which time I realized that my wife was already home. Fortunately, she was gabbing on her cellphone, and had gotten very involved in the kitchen.

It was originally my wine box, but there isn't much left in it for her. I'll get more early tomorrow afternoon when I take the 'beer run' ride with my brother.

I'm going to publish this now at 10:27 p.m. and try to be to bed no more than a half hour from now.