Uncontrollable Forces

I think that I may have gotten to bed last night just ahead of 12:20 a.m. ─ a far cry from getting to bed so early yesterday evening that I would be able to get up at 3 a.m. for the hobble over to the elementary school playground for some exercises there. It's a round trip distance of maybe ¾ of a mile.

As I detailed in yesterday's post, my computer froze or crashed three times when I was trying to watch T.V. shows, and a final scan of the registry I ran took maybe 3½ hours.

So I only watched two shows and drank two cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol).

Thus my cellphone alarm this morning was set for 6:30 a.m., and that is when I rose, a while later settling once again on a visit to the backyard tool shed for a single repetition in six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, followed by the squat work for the benefit of my crippled right knee and quadriceps muscles.

By the time I was back into the house, my younger brother was downstairs with the T.V. playing, and a kettle of water heating up for coffee.

I went on up to my bedroom, and joined him later, very shortly after 9 a.m.

At his invitation to start operation of our T95Q Android 9 TV Box, I led off with a 15-minute (15:27) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: What Pierre Didn't Say on Joe Rogan.

Then it was a 30-second short video published earlier today at Rumble's Truth Unlimited channel: Texas law banning explicit performances in public places takes effect.

Our next video was our last, for when it was done at 10:30 a.m., my brother announced that he had to start getting ready to leave for a couple of errands.

The show was You ─ episode six ("Amour Fou") of the first season.

My wife had a full workday today, and when my brother went to his bedroom to begin readying for his outing, she was almost ready to head off on her quite long drive to the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time. And she left while he was in his bedroom.

Last night she was upsetting for me when I got censured for including a figure of over $700 (restaurant tips) on her tax return when I NETFILEd them just over a week ago. Her refund will go towards a tax debt that she has had with CRA ever since 2000 or whenever it was that she got CERB or whatever other lavish government handout(s) that came without any income tax withheld whatsoever ─ all the income with no tax taken resulted in an income tax owed situation that she has been paying down ever since.

The refund she will be getting is over $580, yet even it will not erase her tax debt ─ after all this time, and with successive tax refunds as well as sometimes qualifying for other government rebates and such issued through CRA.

Her refund this time is just over $185 more than last year's ─ her highest ever personal tax refund to that time.

And she only gets these relatively large refunds because I let her claim all of the medical expenses ─ over $2,500 on this tax return.

Yet last night she was almost venomous because I added in something over $700 to represent tips ─ when she walked away from me in her anger, she muttered that next year she would have someone else do her taxes. Good luck with that! Without the medical expenses I allow her, she'll probably owe taxes again instead of getting any refund.

As I said, it was upsetting for me, and I went to bed disturbed over her ingratitude. It seems like I only ever get anger and ingratitude from her.

Anyway, off my brother went this morning to run his errands, and he was back by maybe 11:30 a.m. ─ only to soon announce that he was leaving again. This time he would be leaving on foot to catch a bus and go social drinking somewhere.

I sought my nap at some point in the noon hour, and was down for only an hour or little more, it seems to me.

Around 2:45 p.m. I visited my wife's vacant bedroom for the usual light exercise session I try to take most afternoons when she is not home. When I was done, I had a naked weigh-in on our analogue scales and could have been as much as 182 pounds, having ingested just two coffees today. I won't be having a meal until well into the evening after I have watched a couple of shows here on my bedside computer, and have drunk as many cans of beer (may my computer be healed and not cause me last evening's woes).

An overcast early morning grew progressively sunnier until sunshine seems to have prevailed ─ certainly the afternoon indicates this. But it's just another day indoors for me.

It is 5:02 p.m. right now ─ time to break from blogging for my shows and drink.

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My first show and beer were done by 6:18 p.m. Actually, I still had maybe a fifth of the beer left, which surprised me. I now have the leeway to hit the next show a little harder by cramming this extra kick onto the can I'll be enjoying when I tune it in (I am writing this immediately following my evening's first show).

I watched The Gifted ─ episode five ("afterMath") of season two. My source was this M4uFree.cx link.

I liked it well enough as a start to my evening.

Actress Anjelica Bette Fellini's character Rebecca looks like she's potentially a loose cannon, and might even be an effective temptress for a needy young man.

Show number two and beer were done by 7:21 p.m. The show was Superman & Lois ─ episode two ("Uncontrollable Forces") of season three. My source was a Fmovies.co link.

This episode was superior to The Gifted, and had my eyes burning towards the conclusion.

When I previously wrote of watching this third season's first episode, I never mentioned my consternation of discovering a brand new actor (Michael Bishop) portraying the Kent's firstborn son of the first two seasons (actor Jordan Elsass) ─ the one with no powers.

I do not appreciate actor character switches; and this switch sounds to me like it had much to do with stresses concerning the original actor Jordan Elsass's refusal to submit to the COVID bioweapon injection.

If this is true, then hooray for the knowledgeable and principled young man!

My third show was accompanied by what I have previously estimated to be around11 ounces, but I now recognize that it is more likely 12 ounces of wine in the glass, for after two helpings from a 750ml bottle, it appears only two ounces at best remain.

The wine is Open Smooth Red (13.5% alcohol).

Anyway, the show was done by around 9:10 p.m. 'Twas The Expanse ─ episode two ("Doors & Corners") of season two. My source was this 1Moviesz.to link.

The series is definitely engrossing, but unlike Superman & Lois, it does not touch me. I am unable to identify with any of the characters because their 'reality' has nothing relatable to my own. They are sheer fiction or speculation, and not based upon life here on the world I live in or on.

My brother arrived home soon after the episode was done.

I still had maybe two ounces of wine in my glass, so I shot for a sitcom.

And so it was that I tuned in Trollied ─ episode five ("Katie's Flirting") of the first season or series. I ended up watching it at this Dailymotion.com link where the video screen was distorted with unnatural stretching.

The episode ended at 9:50 p.m., and my small quantity of wine easily served my needs.

I must say, the video's description seemed so unrelated to the episode I watched that I had difficulty reconciling the two.

I am going to seek an early bedtime ─ it would be nice to manage it before my grumpy wife gets home. Right now it is 10:05 p.m., so I am going to publish this post, brush my teeth, and do my best to hasten to bed.