Did I not make it to bed before 11:30 p.m. last evening? I cannot remember. But when my cellphone alarm sounded at 6 a.m. this morning, I hated to have to respond and rise for the morning ─ and all because I try to have that same pathetic exercise session out in the backyard tool shed before my younger brother emerges from his bedroom for morning news shows and coffee.
The shed session was as always lately: a single repetition in all six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, followed by the squat work to strengthen my crippled right leg's knee and quadriceps muscles.
My brother emerged from his bedroom somewhere around 8:30 a.m., but I waited until just after 9 a.m. before hobbling downstairs to join him.
At his invitation to commence operation of our R69 Plus Android 14 TV Box, I started us off with a 1¾-hour (1:44:38) video streamed last evening to YouTube's AnitaK channel: Oh Canada! Breaking Down Hot Topics of the Week.
Breaking down news and views of the week. Topics: Altos High Speed Rail, SNC Lavalin, Pierre on Diary of a CEO podcast, JJ McCullough, BC Conservatives and OneBC, Iran and NATO.
We next watched the last half or so of the video we had postponed finishing yesterday. 'Twas Red Cap ─ episode three ("Red Light") of season two.
I had the video downloaded onto a USB drive, but it is all very laborious, for I only know of one miserly source ─ this Kprotector.com link. Each download takes just about as long as it would take to watch the actual episode. And on top of that, there is a restriction that kicks in, sometimes only allowing a download every 24 ... or is it 48? ... hours.
But I have managed to download all of the episodes, and we shall be watching what remains of the series in due time.
If the series is available to watch online, I do not yet know where.
A wildlife video about rhinos was next and last. Then it was time for my brother's return to his bedroom for further bed rest.
I was back to bed at noon for my nap, but I was there barely in excess of an hour, alas. This seems incongruous in view of how reluctant I was this morning to be getting up at 6 a.m. Back then I badly wanted more sleep, but six hours later this was all I could manage?
My wife was up, though, for she was only scheduled to work the latter part of this rather sunny day at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time. She left on her rather long drive just ahead of 3 p.m.
My brother had left around 2 p.m. to catch a bus to take him social drinking.
With my wife away, I took advantage of her vacant bedroom for a session of exercise that I would have deemed virtually useless 40 years ago, but which I now describe as being light. I am not capable of much anymore at the age of 76 now that I am a cripple.
I afterwards stripped down to have a naked weigh-in, expecting to see that I had ballooned up to maybe 185 pounds, but I may not have even topped 180 pounds ─ this was practically a sensational discovery, for I have been consistantly hitting the low 1980s for pretty much the entirety of 2026, it seems like.
I have only consumed two coffees today, and will not be supping until at least 6 p.m. Even so, I do plan to get started watching my T.V. shows here on this bedside computer of mine and enjoying a couple of cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol).
So with that explained now at 4:14 p.m., I am going to break from blogging, and will finish up my post later this evening. I must remember to first copy its HTML in case Blogger deletes the edit field just as I publish ─ that has happened twice within the past two weeks.
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My first show and beer were done by 5:26 p.m. The show was FBI: Most Wanted ─ episode three ("White Buffalo") of season six. My source was this M4uFree.cx link.
Darned interesting! I just hope that surviving boob teen culprit Emma gets ... aww, I don't know. I just happen to hate gullibility ─ this intolerance of mine has ballooned since 2020's dawning.
My second show's conclusion escapes me now ─ maybe as early as 6:23 p.m.?
The show was S.W.A.T. ─ episode five ("S.O.S.") of season two. My source again was an M4uFree.cx link.
Sure, I liked it every bit as much as I did FBI: Most Wanted. But apart from me wanting to see the 'bad guys' done away with, I am detached. I have no emotional involvement ─ it's just entertainment.
I finished my second beer rather quickly so that I could also eat my supper during the S.W.A.T. episode. Did I begin doing that as early as 6:08 p.m.? I don't know ─ it seems to me that it may have been a little later. Whatever the case, the show was not quite long enough to encompass my supper atop the beer, but it was close.
I do not want to be sitting up until 11 p.m. this evening, for I want to be well slept for an early morning grocery shopping hobble involving a round trip of about a mile. The store opens at 8 a.m., so I plan to be up by 6 a.m. again.
I am typing these words at 7 p.m., for I tend to update my posts as the evening progresses when I am watching my shows and having some drinks.
I plan yet to watch at least one further show, along with a glass of about a dozen ounces of red wine. But I am reluctant to further deplete my four-litre wine box that my wife is using and that is in her bedroom. If I knew that my brother would be making a 'beer run' tomorrow or Monday, I would so indulge because I could resupply by getting a new box. However, he still has about 20 cans in his supply, so that should hold him until at least Tuesday.
This means I must engage something else, and I see myself with two options.
I could venture forth early Easter Monday to the local private liquor store that opens at 8 a.m. and buy a replacement wine box.
Or I could pillage the very last remaining bottle of wine in the stock I had built up when I was able to undergo long walks. That ended at the end of November 2024 when I brought on a debilitating case of plantar fasciitis at my left foot. If I undertook a good walk of even just four miles thereafter when I was feeling able, I was laid up for maybe three days and could dare nothing even as formidable as two miles ─ that would also marginalize me for a day or two.
And then March 1st of last year, I ruined my right knee. And so here I am.
So my last bottle of wine is a 750-ml bottle of Sir Real 2021 Cabernet Sauvignon (14.3% alcohol) from Chronic Cellars of Sonoma, California.
I hate to broach and drink from the bottle, for it is out of stock and no longer available, but here is its official description:
87% Cabernet Sauvignon, 9% Petite Sirah, 4% Syrah
Noble to the core, Sir Real does it all for the love of grapes and the winemaking legacy his family passed down to him. It’s the quest of always keeping it real, sir.
The most gallant Cabernet Sauvignon of all the land, Sir Real delivers striking layers of dark fruit, currants, and dried cherries with charming cedar and tobacco flavors. Unflinching notes of ripe plum and bright cassis lead the way to a rich backbone of harmonious tannin and a heroically luscious finish.
Hereafter I will have no more quality wine squirrelled away. I had at least a dozen various brands prior to my plantar fasciitis.
This is just another thing weighing me down. Restricting penury barring me from all betterment or even hope of any.
I opened the natural cork-stopped bottle, and tuned in FBI: International ─ episode 20 ("We're Out of Here") of season four. My source was this TVSeries.video link. The show was done around 8:35 p.m.
This was also a very good episode, but it at least had my eyes burning at the end when a three-star general broke down and cried upon being released to the U.S. in a prisoner exchange with Iran.
None of us are as tough as we present, and he had been a hostage for a few years.
That side plot is getting extremely interesting about the lead agent Wes's estranged jailbird father and the discovery that Wes has a teen half-sister he never knew about.
When done with the episode, I heard by his voice speaking to Bev that my brother had come home at some point during it.
My glass of wine was not quite done ─ maybe two or even three ounces remaining, for I had been temperate. I had time for a sitcom.
Next on my roster was episode six of Aliens in America, but I have grown so disgusted with the premise, along with the repelling image of the specific Pakistani Muslim who is the central character, that I could bide no more of the series. It has now been deleted from my list.
Instead I watched Trollied ─ episode six ("Kieran's Beard") of season or series one. My source was this Weflix.to link.
I enjoy this series, yet not once have I cracked a smile at anything, insofar as I can recollect.
Anyway, it did the job and gave me time to slowly drain those last two or three ounces of red wine in my glass.
I next took the time to lie upon my bed and brush my teeth (maybe a 15-minute task), and while doing so realized that my wife had come home ─ it wasn't yet 10 p.m.
Right now it is 10:22 p.m., and she is busy downstairs in the kitchen. I am going to do my best to be to bed by 10:45 p.m. at most.
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