What to Do

Although I was roused by my 6 a.m. cellphone alarm to rise for the morning, I never went to the pharmacy as planned. Instead, I decided to chance that I will be able to rise at 5 a.m. tomorrow morning and later be able to force myself away and hobble a mile or so over to my financial institution to both deposit my brother's small monthly expenses reconciliation cheque, as well as withdraw funds to shop at the Save-On-Foods outlet right nearby there.

Save-On-Foods opens at 7 a.m., so I would want to probably leave here very soon after 6:30 a.m.

I was to find myself very lacking this morning. I had been so foolishly convinced that I would be embarking on the outing to the pharmacy that I had set my heart of skipping the usual backyard tool shed exercising. And now that the opportunity was there to resume the tool shed activity, I could not face up to it.

This disheartening trend carried over and self-examination came up with the verdict that I was depleted such that I required a return to bed to await my younger brother's rising, for yesterday we had not shared any morning T.V. and it was important to me that we not miss yet another morning.

I believe that it was possibly well ahead of 8 a.m. when I returned to bed; when I later checked the time, it was three or four minutes past 9 a.m.

I was to discover that my brother had yet to emerge from his bedroom.

I thus took control of the T.V. and ─ under the control of our T95Q Android 9 TV Box ─ I killed off some time watching at least a couple of fairly short YouTube videos, including this three-minute (3:07) video uploaded yesterday to its Dallas Brodie channel: Dallas Brodie shows how INSANE Lower Mainland land claims have become!

It may have been something like 9:40 a.m. before my brother's appearance, though it might have been nearer 9:30 a.m. Whatever the case, rather than risk falling even farther behind with our T.V. series we watch in common, I tuned in The Morning Show ─ episode four ("Love the Questions") of season four.

My wife had emerged from her bedroom to shower around 9:55 a.m., so the The Morning Show was well underway, but I suspect that it had finished by the time she left around a half hour later on her rather long drive to the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

When the The Morning Show was done, I tuned in the final portion of the old black & white movie that required four sittings to get through, but which may have taken us a minimum of a week in which to do that.

The movie was 1942's Keeper of the Flame. Our source for the movie had been published March 3, 2022, to BitChute's ittabena channel: Keeper of the Flame (1942).

Quaint stuff with the typical overacting of the time. But interesting historically.

We got into another considerably more recent movie, but my brother had arranged to meet somebody and needed to get ready for that rendezvous. I thought that it was a drinking buddy and that my brother was getting a jump-start on his daily social drinking, but he drove.

He returned early into the noon hour, and soon left again ─ this time for a bus. He would still be getting an early start on the social drinking, for he was gone before 12:30 p.m.

I was back to bed at something like 12:34 p.m. for a proper nap, and was abed just over 1¾ hours, I believe.

The day has been deliciously gloomy, and raining lightly over the morning. It would have been a good morning to have done that pharmacy shopping, but I always feel dreadfully guilty when I shop on the Sabbath.

Save-On-Foods has a pharmacy section, unlike the local No Frills about half a mile from here where I usually shop for groceries, but which opens at 8 a.m. ─ later than I like.

I just won't likely buy as much at Save-On-Foods tomorrow morning, for weight is a concern now that I have to walk as a damned cripple.

I haven't the will for any afternoon exercising in my wife's vacant bedroom. And since right now it is 4:34 p.m. and I am only going to eat one meal today ─ and that will be after 6 p.m. ─ I want to get an early start on watching my usual three T.V. shows here on my bedside computer while doing some drinking. With a 5 a.m. start on my day tomorrow, it will be best to get to be an hour earlier than I would normally.

I will finish up this post later in the evening, giving an update on how my plans are progressing.

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It was but 5:57 p.m. by the time my first show and can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) were done. I had watched The Rookie ─ the season eight premiere episode ("Czech Mate"). My source was this CineGo.co link.

That Lucy Chen / Tim Bradford romantic interaction was getting to me ─ a good and true woman has a phenomenal impact upon a man.

The next show and a second can of beer were over with by 7:45 p.m., and my brother seemed quite newly home. The show was Doom Patrol ─ episode six ("Space Patrol") of season two. My source this time was a uFLIX.to link.

Alas, the episodes have become so bizarrely unrealistic that I watch them now with no connection.

Incidentally, I ate my day's only meal during the early part of the episode.

Well, things got out of hand. My last show didn't finish until 11:39 p.m. I got a late start because my youngest stepson chose this evening to finally transfer the account from my old iPhone 5 to the cellphone he was surrendering, for as of last July, my Rogers carrier discontinued use of their network to any cellphone that was not at least 4G capable, and mine was not.

The buggers hit me up for a special penalty of something over $80 as a fine, on top of adding a $3 extra monthly fee to my bill that was already well over $60.

Not only that, they put me on a 2G network all this while ─ the connection was so bad that I could not have long calls, and it was impossible to hear messages left as voicemail. It was incomprehensible garbling.

So finally my stepson was set to surrender his old phone. To my huge startlement, he was giving me an iPhone 14. And in so doing, he felt obliged to tutor me for maybe an hour on its features and how to personalize it.

Meantime, my wife came home from work, dear thing. She claimed jealousy, for she only has an iPhone 11. Anyway, I gave over to her my fairly newly opened four-litre box of Sommet Rouge wine (12% alcohol).

I had already poured myself 11 or even 12 ounces.

I must cut this short. I watched another fabulous episode of Friday Night Lights ─ specifically, episode 12 ("What to Do While You're Waiting") of the first season. My source was this CineGo.co link.

I absolutely love this series! But it is approaching midnight, so I must publish this post. There is no way I am going to be getting up at 5 a.m. tomorrow.

I won't even be going to bed now, for I still have enough wine left in my glass to watch a sitcom. I shall do that and try to update tomorrow if I can remember this.