My wife had today off work, so towards mid-afternoon I duplicated my morning backyard tool shed exercise session, since her bedroom was not vacant today; but there was a slight improvement on the exercising. Instead of a single repetition in all six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, the opening set of pull-ups witnessed me manage two, while the opening set of chin-ups also had two repetitions.
Naturally, I also included the squatting exercises for the benefit of my damaged right knee and quadriceps muscles in both exercise sessions.
The morning began as usual with me rising to my 6 a.m. cellphone alarm. It was lightly raining when I put out the two wheelie bins to curbside for today's pickup soon after I had risen; and it was still lightly raining when around 7:45 a.m. I went out to the tool shed for the first exercise session there.
Afterwards, just as I had fixed up my day's meal, my younger brother made his appearance downstairs to boil water for his first coffee. I left him to it and brought my meal upstairs to eat here at my bedside computer.
I waited until at least 9:10 a.m. before I returned downstairs to watch some morning T.V. with him.
At his invitation to start operation of our old T95Q Android 9 TV Box, I tuned in the only video we were to watch. At over 2½ hours (2:36:32), it had been uploaded yesterday to YouTube's The Joe Rogan Experience Podcast: Joe Rogan Experience #2462 - Aaron Siri.
Aaron Siri is an attorney and managing partner of Siri & Glimstad LLP, where he focuses on civil litigation, constitutional law, and vaccine-related injury claims. He is the host of the podcast “Informed with Aaron Siri” and the author of “Vaccines, Amen: The Religion of Vaccines.”
There are four links added to the Rumble description that I am not bothering to include, so please refer there if interested.
When my brother was returning to his bedroom for some further rest, I asked him if during his time spent earlier watching various news programmes, did he hear mention of the U.S. torpedoing of an Iranian warship?
Apparently it was not newsworthy, for he did not know about it.
After I was set to get to bed for my nap, my wife chose then to emerge from her bedroom, but fortunately she went directly into the bathroom, so my nap was not delayed or even prevented. Even so, when it was apparently done, I was not fully sure that I had slept at all. By that, I mean that it seemed to me that I might only have gotten to bed a short while before, and that rather than rousing from some sleep, I actually got pulled from the beginning of a drift in that direction.
I had to check the time to be sure ─ yes, I had been in bed well over an hour, and not just 20 or so minutes.
My wife was busy chatting away on her cellphone to a 'Lois' at a bank who was trying to help her establish why Interac e-Transfers were no longer getting delivered. I even had to participate occasionally from here at my bedside computer.
Ultimately, the block was eradicated, but my wife and this Lois had been on the call for well over an hour. I appreciated how grateful my wife stressed to Lois that she was for the patience and helpful good will that was extended to her throughout the lengthy trial. My wife had reportedly been told by at least a couple of other bank agents that there was nothing they could do for her.
At one point after mid-afternoon while my wife was busy in the kitchen and her youngest son was newly home from doing some shopping, I went downstairs and alerted him to the annual utilities bill that had arrived on Monday ─ I cannot recall the exact sum that will be due April 2nd, but it is somewhere between $2,800 and $2,900.
As well, I brought to his attention that April also happens to be one of those miserable months where we have three fortnightly mortgage payments.
As far as we know, Bev lives here rent-free. I know that last year when she was newly moved in (she has been here now just over a full year) she contributed $300 towards what may have been the annual utilities bill; but if she has ever contributed anything else, then my brother has been pocketing it and it has been of benefit to me.
So my wife's youngest son expressed that he might be able to help out if the utilities bill is split four ways instead of three ─ but three is just not possible on his part-time income. So he asked that I venture that to my brother.
My wife ─ who has contributed nothing in years towards the big three annual bills (utilities, home insurance, and property taxes) nor the mortgage, later came to me here at my computer and suggested that I should include her in the split, thereby discussing with my brother to divvy up the utilities bill five ways and not four.
I agreed to that, even though I know she likely won't be paying her full share. However, I now realize that this would be to my considerable disadvantage if I do have to account for her fifth on top of my own ─ that could turn out to be considerably more than if I was just paying a fourth of the utilities bill.
Consequently I am unsure just what to suggest to my brother tomorrow morning when he is sober, should we then discuss this at my instigation.
Anyway, my wife headed away just past 5 p.m., so I am thinking that I won't be seeing her again until possibly Friday. But that is my assumption.
Right now it is 5:18 p.m. and I am going to break from blogging. First I am going to take care of the lengthy quarter-hour chore of brushing my teeth, for I have already eaten my day's second meal. Then I will be watching at least three T.V. shows here on my bedside computer while enjoying some drink. I will complete and publish this post in the latter evening.
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First on the entertainment agenda was Madam Secretary ─ episode nine ("So It Goes") of the first season. My source was this TVSeries.video link.
It was getting intriguing! I wonder where the writers are taking this plot turn?
As good as the show was, it did not affect me emotionally. It was just a rather intense story that probably finished between 6:50 - 6:55 p.m. (I had neglected to check at the time).
Second to watch ─ and accompanied by my second can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol), incidentally ─ was Betrayal. Specifically, episode five ("...Nice Photos") of the only season. My source was this CineGo.co link.
I find the show most unsettling, for I am no stranger to an extramarital affair that I participated in over three decades ago. I was otherwise uninvolved with anyone, though. I was single and did not have a girlfriend.
I am not going to detail what occurred, but I have been ashamed ever since.
What gets me about the two cheaters in this series is that they both have what seem like great marriages ─ neither can lay any kind of blame as to why they are cheating on their spouse apart from there no longer being that physical and emotional exhilaration which being freshly involved with someone new brings.
As a result, I find myself resenting both of these people ─ there isn't even a remote justification for what each is doing to their spouse.
And so the series makes me uncomfortable and rekindles my own guilt.
I noticed that the episode was done by 8:01 p.m. My brother arrived home ere I began watching my next programme ─ as usual, he had bused away in the earlier afternoon to social drink, leaving Bev to watch T.V. on her own.
My final show finished at 9:02 p.m., and I had poured about 10 ounces of Sommet Rouge wine (12% alcohol) to accompany it. The show was Smash ─ episode three ("Enter Mr. DiMaggio") of the first season. My source was this Fmovies.co link.
I do enjoy the singing and dancing and such ─ at least where the women are concerned; but as good as the series has been thus far, it is itself like a staged play. Too much of scenes cutting and something new getting laid out.
All three shows tonight were of the sort that were interesting, but none of them touched me. My emotions were never once tweaked. I was merely an outsider looking in with general disinterest ─ apart from the adulterer aspect that Betrayal imposes upon me.
It was only an evening of television entertainment that otherwise did not improve nor enhance my state in the least.
At least I am buzzed, though I would like to drink further. And maybe considerably so. Only limited financial resources truly stay me.
It is only 9:51 p.m. as I publish this post, hoping I will behave and be to bed within an hour.
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