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My 6 a.m. cellphone alarm got me from my bed this morning, though there was no eagerness. And as I have been doing much of on recent mornings, I spent time tweaking our R96 Plus Android 14 TV Box.

I was careful not to spend so much time that I overlooked having my usual early exercise session out in the backyard tool shed ─ the usual single repetition in six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, followed by the squat work to try and benefit my crippled right leg.

While I was afterwards finishing up gathering together what was to be my day's first of two meals, my younger brother came down the stairs from his bedroom to watch T.V. news shows and drink some instant coffee.

I returned to my bedroom and my bedside computer, waiting until well past 9 a.m. before joining him.

He was fairly quick to invite me to commence operation of our Android TV Box, so I led us off with a six-minute (6:21) video uploaded earlier today to YouTube's AnitaK channel: My Own Private Idaho! 

Next up was a 58-minute (58:37) video streamed yesterday to Rumble's Man in America channel: The $40 Trillion Debt Bomb and the Fix That DC Won't Touch w/ Bill Still.

Thirty years ago, Bill Still made The Money Masters and changed how millions of people understand who really controls money. Now in his 80s, he rarely gives interviews. He joined me to share something most people never hear: there is a simple, constitutional fix to America's debt crisis. Abraham Lincoln used it to fund the Civil War without borrowing from a single bank. It was confirmed by the Supreme Court in 1884. It has been buried ever since. We also cover why your savings are not as safe as you think, why the gold standard is a trap, and where the digital dollar is really heading. Bill Still explains how this ends and what can still be done.

Watch The Money Masters for free: https://rumble.com/c/c-7874958

My brother and I had watched The Money Masters documentary sometime last year (I believe it was), so this was cool.

Anyway, I then attempted to locate a source for the premiere episode of the British T.V. series The Commander, but only three or so of the streaming apps I have downloaded into our Android Box claimed to have links, but these all proved to be the same misfiled episode of Commander-in-Chief.

This afternoon I actually resorted to downloading the entire series of The Commander, so eventually we will get around to watching the series. Anyone interested in getting copies had best contact me smartly, for I will be deleting the episodes as soon as my brother and I finish watching them.

The last video I tuned in this morning was not quite finished, so I won't mention anything about it until we complete watching it ─ my brother needed more bed rest this morning, as noon was nigh.

I correctly anticipated that he would be making an early afternoon beer run that I wanted in on, but I never said anything to him. Instead, I rested instead of napped; but I was too daunted at the economic expense of participation, and finally I just held my tongue and remained home.

Besides, my wife was home ─ that held me back, too. I guess she only had to work the latter part of today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time. Wherever it was she finally went, she did so quite soon after 2 p.m. Had she not been home, maybe I would have gone with my brother. 

By the weekend when he likely goes again, I should have my mind made up about going.

Concerning my wife, at one point earlier today I noticed that she must have sneaked here into my bedroom last night while I was sleeping and removed my open four-litre box of Sommet Rouge wine (12% alcohol), since she did not need to get up too early this morning. She returned it before she left this afternoon, teasing that she was as quiet as she could be when she lifted it from me, so I confessed that I heard nothing and thus she had not disturbed me.

This has been a bath day, so that onerous chore was in lieu of any afternoon exercising in her vacant bedroom.

I have since had my day's second meal, and now at 7:02 p.m. I am breaking from blogging so I can watch a couple of T.V. shows here on my bedside computer and enjoy as many cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol).

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I watched a darned exciting Sight Unseen ─ the season one finale episode 10 ("Razor's Edge"). My source was at M4uFree.cx ─ you will have to search out the website and series for yourself now that this platform is censoring my posts for using links to obscure websites. And here I thought that I was providing something of a service.

The show and my first can of beer were done by 8:10 p.m.

I sure was not fussy that The Handmaid's Tale was next up on my roster ─ this time, episode six ("Vows") of season four. My source was at TVSeries.video ─ you'll have to ferret it out for yourself.

Recent episodes have been better than I have expected, but this one was not. There was no sign of one-eyed Janine, who became my favourite character. A series entirely based upon June, played by an actress who does not appeal to me in the slightest, and a character I just do not really care to know about, is not going to be something I can stick with unless something markedly changes.

The worst part of this series are all of these bloody close-ups of June's miserable, insane-eyed staring at the camera, her face filling the screen. This is probably supposed to invite the viewer into her soul and angst, but it repels me. She looks repulsive and insane, and stirs nothing positive in me.

The producers should have come up with something else to hook the viewer, 'cause it sure ain't working on me.

If Janine really is dead, I may not progress beyond this season if this plodding nonsense is all that I can expect. I don't want these ugly close-ups of this woman's insane-eyed face, nor am I interested in her history that keeps eating up episodes with flashbacks.

I don't want to say more ─ I am no series fan. Anyway, the episode and my second can of beer were done by 9:07 p.m. My brother had evidently gotten home at some point during the episode.

Finally, I poured myself around a dozen ounces of Sommet Rouge, and then tuned in The Guardian ─ episode 15 ("Where You Are") of season two. And for the second time tonight, I watched the episode at M4uFree.cx.

It was a visceral sort of episode, for sure. But the Black kid was an ungrateful, irresponsible little prick who thought he could just do what he wanted and smile his way through his misbehaviour, suckering everyone striving to help him.

He loved superhero comic books ─ why would he think he was emulating anyone by being a drug mule?

I'm in an unforgiving mood this evening. I'll just add that the episode and my glass of lovely wine were done by 10:19 p.m.

Thereafter I broke to take the time to thoroughly brush my teeth ─ maybe a 15-minute job. Then I snuffed nursed thoughts I'd been having of watching  a sitcom and drinking a good shot of Scotch. Time was pressing on.

Unlike last night, there is no pressure to delay bedtime for concern that my wife might desire some wine after getting home from work, for she does not make any kind of habit of doing so Wednesday evenings or nights. That is, I am not expecting her back home until at least Friday afternoon.

And so at 11:17 p.m., I am going to publish this post and start taking care of everything I still have open on this computer, and then get to bed.