Endgame

I felt approximately as usual when my 6 a.m. cellphone alarm got me up this morning, but it had been a little past 12:30 a.m. before I got to bed last night.

Initially when I was doing a little work on our R69 Plus Android 14 TV Box I felt normal enough for that time of morning, but after I came back upstairs to my bedside computer, before long I was overcome with exceeding weariness. I believed that if I returned to bed then, I would have easily fallen asleep.

I had some things I wanted to do here on my computer first, but I had every intention of returning to bed to await my younger brother's later emergence from his bedroom ─ it was already my decision that I was too far gone to dare any exercising out in the backyard tool shed.

I even felt colder than usual. I think something may have been amiss ─ out of my ordinary.

It was already 8 a.m. by the time I was set to lie back in bed fully clothed and with my bedroom darkened, but the door ajar maybe three inches.

I never knowingly napped, but I was in bed for possibly 40 minutes. By then my brother was already watching his morning news shows, but I waited until 9 a.m. before going downstairs to join him.

After about 10 minutes he invited me to start operation of our Android TV Box, and so I led us off with a 14-minute (14:45) video uploaded earlier today to YouTube's AnitaK channel: Why She'll Never Move Back to Canada.

I interiew my cousin Evelyn, on what it's like emigrating to the US and why she won't be moving back to Canada anytime soon.

That was rather informative. But I had no idea that a requirement for immigration to America was being up-to-date on vaccinations since childhood. Evelyn claimed that ─ as with just about every adult ─ she had no records of any of her childhood shots, so she had to get all of them again ─ in one visit, she was injected with 14 of them!

No thanks!

Our second video was our last, for it was topping 1¾ hours (1:49:46); it had been streamed yesterday to Rumble's Tucker Carlson channel: Russell Brand: The People Trying to Imprison Him, Trump’s Fall, Speaking to God, and His Mayoral Run.

When politicians tell you they’re Christians, it makes you wonder if Jesus endorses greed, violence and arrogance. Russell Brand answers that question in his new book, How to Become a Christian in 7 Days.

Russell impressed me a lot. I have tried his own podcast, but the format doesn't ring true for me. And this interview was off-putting initially, but over time I warmed up to him ─ I believe that he sincerely feels 'something' that I hope and pray is of God.

Thereafter my brother returned to his bedroom for further bed rest, and I believe that it may have barely been past noon when I was back in bed properly for a nap, remaining there until nearly 1:30 p.m. And for once, I had results, for I felt better than I normally do.

Last night my wife was not yet home when I went to bed; but around 2:30 a.m. I rose for urinary relief and realized that she was home because a light was on in her enclosed bedroom. She had actually come home in the late evening, but apparently only to leave some things here, for she rather smartly left again after letting my brother know that she had some deep-friend chicken skins that he seems to enjoy. These things are quite tasty, for they puff right up ─ they're almost like puffed pork rinds.

Evidently she had some partying to do last night, and fortunately did not have to work today until into the latter afternoon. She didn't emerge from her bedroom until after I was up from my nap, and left for work around 3:10 p.m. on her rather long drive to the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

I did not want to wait until she left before I was able to get any exercising in her vacant bedroom, so instead I had my usual backyard tool shed exercise session. And for the first time in what seems weeks, I even opened with two pull-ups ─ the other five sets of pull-ups and chin-ups were the usual single repetition in each set.

Then I had the squat work to strengthen my crippled right leg.

My wife was eating at the dining table when I got back into the house; she had fixed me up a bowl of pasta. In gratitude, I did not let on that I had no plans to eat today until possibly as late as 6 p.m. ─ she is a stickler for eating heated food. By 6 p.m., I will enjoy it with gusto, room temperature or freshly cooked ─ it will not matter.

Curious as to my body weight, around 3:40 p.m. I stripped down to my undershorts in the bathroom and twice stepped on the analogue scales ─ both times I was no more than around 181 pounds. That is indeed encouraging!

Too often I get caught up each evening watching my usual three T.V. shows here on my bedside computer while doing some drinking, and then finalizing this blog post ─ I end up sitting up much too late.

Today, I am going to commence watching my shows especially early. Right now it is 5:10 p.m. as I take a blogging break to begin on the first show ─ maybe I will have a better go of my evening and retire sensibly early enough to do some early grocery shopping tomorrow.

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My first show was done by 6:03 p.m. at worst. It was Stargirl ─ the first season's episode 13 ("Stars & S.T.R.I.P.E. Part Two") conclusion episode. 

My source was at the CineGo.co website ─ I am not going to link to it and risk having my post banned (unpublished) as happened a few days ago to another post.

The episode was filled with emotion for me ─ this fight by the teens against abject evil. I was even roused when Yolanda (Wildcat) sliced open the throat of Henry King Sr. (Brainwave) and pitilessly watched him justifiably die to his own awareness and horror, for evil people need to die ─ there is no other way to rid the world of their threat. They do not deserve to be taken care of for the rest of their lives at everyone else's expense. 

The entire episode brought back to my mind Russell Brand, for reasons I do not have the time to elaborate upon.

That cost me one enjoyed can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol). I could have then eaten ... but I decided to have my second beer before I did, so that required a second show.

It was to be Legacies ─ episode five ("Screw Endgame") of season two. My source was at TVSeries.video ─ again, you will have to search out the series yourself for however long the website remains online.

I very much enjoyed the bonding between Hope and tall, blonde Lizzie ─ that was my highlight over the episode. The show never affected me emotionally as did Stargirl.

I downed my second can of beer rather swiftly in order for the pathway to be opened up for me to have my tempting nutritious supper over what remained of the episode, and I worked that out perfectly, I will say. I was not left with having to spend time eating before my third show, delaying the later closure of my evening.

That third show was long ─ 56 minutes (56:07) ─ and was done by 8:32 p.m. Its enjoyment was enhanced with a glass of about 12 ounces of Sommet Rouge wine (12% alcohol).

The show was Harlots ─ episode four of season or series three. For the second time this evening, my source was at TVSeries.video.

The deep intrigue and drama always prove markedly interesting, but it seems that Charlotte is truly dead, and I shall no longer enjoy the vision of actress Jessica Brown Findlay whose photo at Wikipedia belies the enchantress in this series.

I shall now have to pursue previous work by the lady. And with that claimed, at this moment I am presently downloading 2011's Albatross.

I heard my brother arrive home at 9:02 p.m. from wherever he had bused to go social drinking. Right now it is 9:10 p.m., and I will first brush my teeth; and then I will finish up whatever browsers' tabs and also software that I have open, and get to bed.

Surely by 10:30 p.m. at latest?!

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Darn it! I forgot to publish this, and now it is 10:27 p.m.!