Mix-Up

Why am I so eager for this wicked surrender to false, intimate comfort? At least I believe that I may have gotten to bed ahead of 11 p.m. last evening. And imagine ─ there was not a hint in yesterday's post of what was to follow its publication, so swift and immediate this decadence takes its hold upon being entertained.

I was not to hear my wife arrive home last night following her full day at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time. I had sent her a Facebook Messenger text to remind her that with the June 14 home insurance billing coming due, she must remain aware that the $500 I foolishly e-Transferred her 10 or more days back has to be repaid.

And as I type these words around 2:15 p.m., she has just hit me up for $50 cash so she can go shopping and buy some meat. I don't mind so much when I know she is being dutiful, but I should have had more brains than to be e-Transferring to her late in the evening when she is not home and likely partying after working that day at the restaurant, which is located very near to a casino.

It is a sunny day today, and she is home because she has the day off work, though I am expecting that as she usually does on Wednesdays, in the latter afternoon ─ or very early evening at latest ─ she will leave and not return until Friday.

She has a life. I gave mine up ─ even God seems to be stressing this to be so, otherwise He would help me in the only way I am capable of recognizing. Frankly, I need money to ever be free of my thralldom to debtors and all of the heavy responsibilities that devolve upon me as the sole name to this heavily mortgaged house we all live in.

Living here, I am but a crippled, corrupted dependant upon everyone else.

I awoke last night in the wee hours. I never checked the time. But I was distraught over my financial inadequacy and my unspeakable weakness of moral character. This ate at me so severely that I lay awake for what seemed a couple of uncomfortable hours, wishing that I could be free of responsibility to my family so that I could die ... forever. Only this weight of responsibility keeps me living this pointless, sorry life that I have, locked away for the most part in my tiny bedroom where I keep this bedside computer.

I did anon gain sleep again; and when my 6 a.m. alarm chimed, I did not feel worse than I usually tend to feel at that point in the morning.

My youngest stepson was still up, and he remained so for at least the next hour ─ I don't understand why he does this whenever he has the next day off work, which I am assuming is why he is still in bed.

Anyway, perhaps my agitation worked in my favour in one small sense, for when I went out to the backyard tool shed shortly after 7:30 a.m. for my usual 15-minute exercise session there, that first set of pull-ups saw me manage three repetitions. The next five sets of pull-ups and chin-ups only resulted in a single repetition in each, but it has been weeks at least since I last managed three pull-ups in a set.

As always, I then underwent the squat work to strengthen my crippled right leg.

I felt undeserving of a meal, and thus all I have ingested so far today were the two morning mugs of rich instant coffee.

My younger brother never emerged from his bedroom until well enough past 8 a.m. to watch his news shows. As usual, I never hobbled back downstairs to join him until maybe 9:10 a.m.

At his invitation, I activated our R69 Plus Android 14 TV Box, and then tuned in a one-hour (1:00:18) video streamed yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: CBC Funded "TV Prank" is worse than you think...with Frances Widdowson.

When a taxpayer funded "TV Prank" crosses the line with Frances Widdowson.

Next I resorted to the USB drive or stick in our T95Q Android 9 TV Box and returned to the video we had watched 30 or 40 minutes of two mornings ago. The video exceeded 1¼ hours (1:17:08), and had been published June 21, 2022, to Rumble's America's Untold Stories channel: Who Was Clay Shaw: Innocent New Orleans Businessman or JFK Conspirator?

Clay Shaw is best known for being the only person brought to trial for involvement in the assassination of John F. Kennedy. Shaw was acquitted in 1969 after less than one hour of jury deliberation. But is there more to the story?

There are numerous reference links at the original description, so if the topic interests you, please refer there.

After that I tuned in a YouTube video comprised of numerous supposed 'fails' by women, but I can't locate it anymore on YouTube ... and it wasn't largely that interesting anyway.

We finished up with a documentary that we only watched a third of, I believe, so we will need to return to it in the next day or two.

We broke from the documentary so my brother could return to his bedroom for further bed rest, and I was back to bed soon enough for a pretty good nap. My wife had not yet risen, but she was up when I rose at 1:30 p.m.

My youngest stepson was finally up around 3:40 p.m. and he and his mother seemed to be having quite a row. Apparently some of it involved my malignment for not looking into having our home insurance paid on a monthly basis, the young lad reportedly claiming he asked me to look into doing this a couple of years ago, according to his mother (he and I only talked of it a few months back, at most).

From the sound of the slamming of the front door when I suppose he headed off to use her car to go and get coffee at Tim Hortons, he's evidently quite bummed out.

I am going to break from blogging now at 4:06 p.m., for I think he may have just returned.

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Soon after my blogging break, my stepson stopped by my open bedroom doorway on his way to shower in the bathroom, and we talked. Neither of us can cope with these massive annual billings for utilities (done in early April), home insurance June 14, and property taxes July 2.

So we concluded that after having an open consultation at some soon point with my brother when he is sober, we'll see what he may be able to extend; but we have no other option but to seek credit from the province for the property taxes and also perhaps consent to monthly billings towards next year's property taxation bill.

As well, I will contact our agent for the home insurance and see if we can get billed monthly instead of annually ─ and maybe even drop our insurance coverage level, if possible. I am awaiting mail delivery of the latest proposed coverage package that a landline telephone message late last week said was coming. The South Asian woman gave her indecipherable first name, and the general phone number for the insurance agency offices, but what good is that when I cannot phone and identify whom I am calling to speak to?

At least that discussion with the lad (28 years old?) was had.

I thought that maybe his mother left during this conversation, but it developed that she had merely undertaken a nap in her bedroom.

I got some 17 minutes into a movie here on my bedside computer while enjoying a Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol), when I was just about certain that I could hear her bustling through her bedroom door and that of the bathroom that is scrapingly / squeakingly loud for some reason when she opens it.

She was readying to leave, but almost groggy and professing her sleepiness.

I suppose that it was around 5:45 p.m. when she left, freeing me to resume my movie. It was the 2013 Christmas movie A Very Merry Mix-Up. My chosen source was at M4uHD.page, but I see that it is available at YouTube here if the link remains valid.

I watched it because I am enchanted by Alicia Witt. However, the write-up sounded exactly like at least one other Christmas movie I have watched these past two or three years; and I could not believe that Alicia was the lead in a Christmas movie back in 2013 that I have somehow missed seeing before.

I tried it out, and early into it realized that it was indeed new to me.

I drank two cans of beer, and had to use restraint not to get into some wine. Alicia is my dream girl, I think. She looks and sounds exactly like a girl (Jean C.) I was devastatingly addicted to back in the very late 1970s on into the early 1980s, and who would now be in her early 70s.

One of my favourite features of Alicia are her fully muscled legs, and these were magnificently displayed late in the movie when she was doing a little running in her tight dark leggings in a mix of rain and wet snow.

Jean C. had legs like Alicia's. But enough of that.

I had to work at involving myself into the movie due to how distressed I am, but I was soon enough feeling the emotion. In my case, I wanted to be obliterated ─ just struck out of existence by God, for I am too great a loser and can never be functional and socially normal. I am done. I need ending if this is all the life I am to know anymore ─ end it, and let's let everyone else move on.  

The movie was over by 7:01 p.m., and maybe 7:15 p.m. I heard my younger brother enter the house, home from wherever he had bused in the early afternoon to social drink.

I had thought that the movie would be all I would watch this evening, but it ended a bit too early for a bedtime. So I poured a dozen ounces of Domaine d'Or red wine (12% alcohol) from the wine box my wife surrendered before she left, and somehow I got a tumbler-full of the lovely drink.

And I reluctantly tuned in Smash ─ episode 11 ("The Movie Star") of season one. My source was to be at TVSeries.video. It was finished by 8:51 p.m.

I was concerned that after the lovely and emotional Alicia Witt Christmas movie, this show would be a waste of my time and the wine, but it proved deeply involving. This is a darned good series, as it usually proves every episode.

And I had entirely forgotten about the song "Our Day Will Come" by Ruby & the Romantics ─ I used to love it back in my younger years, singing to it a lot. 

Darn it! I just got sidetracked watching old music performances from the 1960s of artists I loved so much. I was going to watch a sitcom and drink a little further, but I will not now. I am going to get to bed for it is already 9:45 p.m. and I was planning the two-mile round trip hobble to my financial institution's nearest ATM so I could make a $500 deposit of cash I have on hand ─ I can't even take the 15 minutes to brush my teeth.

I hate my life.

😈A Better Place👹

Due to getting myself to bed ahead of 10 p.m. last evening, my wife was not yet home from work. But I heard her arrive home before I was yet asleep; and not a long while later, I was aware when she thought she was sneaking open my bedroom door to fetch the open four-litre box of Domaine d'Or red wine (12% alcohol) that she knows I keep very near to the door.

I was perfectly fine with that ─ in fact, I was tickled by the act of mischief.

I did sleep, and well enough ... at least until towards the end of the night when I began feeling too unpleasant to find sleep any longer. It was a systemic 'burnout' such as might result from overheating and thirst from some earlier excessive meal, although I had eaten before 5 p.m. yesterday, and it was not a large meal. But it did involve a lot of peanut butter, and I do not seem to fare well during the night if I have anything like a thickly-spread peanut butter sandwich too late in my day.

Consequently when my 6 a.m. alarm chimed, I did not feel especially well slept.

It was to of course be a typical morning for me. I was eventually to have my 15-minute exercise session out in the backyard tool shed, once again opening the six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups with two repetitions in the first set, and just one in the other five sets, followed by the squat work to strengthen my crippled right leg.

I was back into the house some minutes ahead of 8 a.m.; and since my wife had cooked up a penne pasta dish, I selected what was left over as the first of my two daily meals, and I enjoyed it here at my bedside computer.

I believe that I was done eating before my younger brother emerged from his bedroom to watch his T.V. news shows and have some instant coffee. There is no sense in joining him until around 9:10 a.m. unless I want to watch the same fare.

I have no such want, so I followed my usual routine, but it was still at least 9:15 a.m. before he turned control of the T.V. over to me so that I could commence operation of our R69 Plus Android 14 TV Box.

First up was a 17-minute (17:06) video published yesterday to Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel: Canadians May Be Cut Off From Fishing In Canada Under Communist Carney. Urgent.

Need a fish to feed your family a meal? Think you will be able to take your kid fishing in the future here in Canada? Maybe not- with THIS updated policy. Imperative action step required by British Columbians, and all Canadians. Please share this one widely.

Next was a 15-minute (15:08) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: Why Carney is the Mr. Wolf of Canada + Unite the Kingdom!

It may have been as late as 9:50 a.m. before my wife emerged from her bedroom for a quick shower and to otherwise ready for her full day of work at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, and she was away on her fairly long drive by 10:10 a.m., poor thing.

At the time, my brother and I were watching a 51-minute (51:29) video streamed yesterday to YouTube's Redacted channel: HIGH ALERT! US PREPARING FALSE FLAG ATTACK ON CUBA, TRUMP TELLS IRAN 'CLOCK IS TICKING' | REDACTED.

There was no video description, but the guests were retired Colonel Douglas Macgregor and then Dr. Pierre Kory.

We were to watch just one more show ─ Mystery Road; and specifically, episode three ("Chasing Ghosts") of the first season.

Always good ─ Aaron Pedersen is an excellent and believable actor.

My brother returned to his bedroom for further bed rest after the show, and I may have been to bed well ahead of noon for my nap, but I was done late into the noon hour and feeling none too refreshed for it. In fact, It took me a half dozen or more minutes before I could pull myself from bed. I badly wanted to try for another bout of sleep, but that might result in a further hour down the drain, and I didn't want to fritter away the afternoon.

The day itself has been unexpectedly overcast. I may have seen some blue patches, but if so, they have been rare.

Right now it is 3:49 p.m., and I have noticed some mail downstairs on the coffee table. At 4 p.m. or soon after Bev usually goes back to the bedroom she shares with my brother to do whatever she does to freshen up in their en suite shower room, so I am waiting for her to do that before I hobble downstairs to get the mail and gather together my day's second and final meal.

Until I do that, I am withholding watching a first of three T.V. shows here on my bedside computer while enjoying a can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol), for I do not want to have to hobble downstairs in full view of her where she is parked on the living room chesterfield.

Meantime, I might as well take my blogging break now, and then I will finish up later in the evening. I am fairly fresh from my afternoon light exercise session in my wife's vacant bedroom, a half hour affair.

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The darned sky seemed to clear right up after I took my break from blogging.

Anyway, after eating I tuned in Van Helsing ─ episode nine ("No 'I' In Team") of season four. My source was at TVSeries.video.

This surely was one of the best episodes of the entire series! Well worth the can of beer I drank.

I neglected to take note of when the episode was finished, but it might have been around 5:45 p.m. at most.

I sure was not thrilled to see that the next show on my rotation was Madam Secretary ─ specifically, episode 17 ("Face the Nation") of the first long season with even more episodes to go before we can move into season two. And there are six such seasons!

I have felt temptation to dump the series, for I despise politics and government.

At least this episode had a couple or more eye-burning scenes that definitely affected me. And of course, my second can of beer this evening helped.

My source was at GOOJARA.to, and the episode was done by 6:47 p.m.

My third ─ and generally last ─ show of the evening was Betrayal. As it happened, the single season series finale episode ("...A Better Place"). My source was VidSrcMe.ru.

What a crappy finish to a series! It feels like the entire series was a waste of time.

I'm not even going to speak on it further. It was done by 8:19 p.m., and I had poured a dozen ounces of red wine into a tumbler to enjoy over the disappointing show.

I was to realize that my brother must have newly gotten home, and was dressing down in his bedroom.

Concerning the wine, I obtained it from the nearly depleted four-litre box that my wife appropriated last night. I am unsure if there is even a dozen ounces remaining ─ I quite doubt it. I have two more unbroached four-litre boxes in my bedroom, so if my wife is not home before I go to bed and she discovers that she hasn't sufficient for her needs, she will need to be bold enough to 'sneak' into my bedroom later and spirit away a fresh box ─ which I do not mind at all.

She usually has tomorrow off work, so she may not be home until the wee a.m.

Returning just briefly to Betrayal, the two main actresses are of course Hannah Ware and Wendy Moniz. I have researched them both since watching the episode, and have now downloaded the earliest movie each of them acted in. In Wendy's case, she started in a T.V. series, but it's a soap opera, so to hell with that. I had hoped that at least one of them had a T.V. series I could commence in place of Betrayal.

Now, my whole reason for ever watching Betrayal was because it featured a small part by Alicia Witt. I rather adore the actress!

So what is next where her acting history is concerned that I am either able or willing to access? A 2013 movie called A Very Merry Mix-Up. The write-up describing it does sound familiar, but the title does not turn up in my blog when I do a search. And this seems impossible juxtaposed with my attraction to Alicia.

Well, I reckon I'm going to have to watch it tomorrow, probably beginning in the late afternoon. It will supplant two of the T.V. series I would normally have watched.

It is presently 9:49 p.m. ─ late enough, I think. I am going to start wrapping up everything I have open here on my computer and get to bed.

Violent Gambit

As I recall, I do not believe that my wife was yet home from work last evening when I went to bed ─ which I do not believe was all that much ahead of 11 p.m. The poor girl has not been enjoying any of my wine ─ I think that she is too guilty over the $500 she asked for and got from me well over a week ago now.

My worries over my financial status overcame me early this morning and prevented me from sleeping or even resting easy until the sounding of my 6 a.m. alarm ─ I finally rose before 6 a.m. had yet arrived and cancelled the alarm. This emotional disturbance over debt is debilitating ─ it induces moral erosion.

Today was the Victoria Day statutory holiday, so I knew that I could have gone forth to do the shopping I did not have the confidence to do yesterday morning; but financial scarcity and public aversion stayed me home again. The morning was so perilously sunny ─ I used that negative term because of my inhibition over hobbling anywhere in the broad daylight, for I feel open and exposed and vulnerable.

Instead, I slow-boiled water for my morning's first mug of instant coffee with which I would be chasing down an aspirin, and I went outside and spent a half hour watering front yard garden areas.

Then after I fixed up my mug of coffee and brought it upstairs here to my bedside computer to drink, I busied myself here as is my custom.

I was to get a good look at myself in the bathroom mirror thereafter ─ bleary, almost purplish-rimmed eyes, with swollen pouches beneath them. I had slept that poorly worrying? I would never have braved the public looking like that! 

There was no excuse for avoiding my usual backyard tool shed exercise session, so around 7:30 a.m. I headed out there to deal with that. It proved very usual: I opened the first set of six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups with two pull-ups, but only one repetition in the remaining five sets.

And naturally, I also did the squat work to try and strengthen my crippled right leg.

The entire session only takes about 15 minutes, so I was back into the house well ahead of 8 a.m., but my younger brother was already downstairs watching his T.V. news programmes while having a coffee.

We exchanged a "good morning" after I gathered up my day's first meal, and then I brought it upstairs here to eat while I again busied myself at my computer.

It was just past 9 a.m. when I hobbled back downstairs to watch some T.V. with my brother, and he very quickly turned it over to me so that I could begin operation of our Android TV Boxes.

Activating the R69 Plus Android 14, I led us off with a 15-minute (15:40) video uploaded earlier today to YouTube's Moose on the Loose channel: Carney Is Screwed! Conservative MP Heads to Taiwan Forcing His Hand.

Then it was a 17-minute (17:23) video uploaded earlier today to YouTube's PortuguesePai channel: Uh Oh: Carney’s Triple Crisis (Pipeline, Caucus & Bill C-22).

Out third video was 37 minutes (37:44), and had been published May 15 to Rumble's Lara Logan channel: COVID: The Cover-Up & Crimes Against Humanity with Sen. Ron Johnson | Ep 80 | Going Rogue with Lara.

Senator Ron Johnson (R-WI) joins the show to talk about the Senate filibuster, deep state resistance, and suppressed vaccine safety data, alleging that federal agencies concealed serious adverse events to avoid vaccine hesitancy. He also addresses COVID-19's suspected lab origins, suppressed early treatments, and why holding officials accountable matters now more than ever.

That was followed with You ─ episode seven ("Everythingship") of the first season.

When that was done, I switched over to our T95Q Android 9 TV Box with the USB or thumb drive inserted, and we got maybe better than a half hour into a nearly 1½-hour video that had to be cut short so my brother could return to his bedroom for further bed rest.

I was into my own bed for a nap early into the noon hour, rising again about an hour later.

Despite the holiday, my wife had a full workday scheduled at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, and so she emerged from her bedroom around 9:35 a.m. to shower and such, and was away on her rather long and sunny drive about a half hour later.

I was to use her vacant bedroom for a light exercise session, roughly spanning 2:30 - 3 p.m.

Early this morning I considered the possibility of getting in some sunning in the afternoon, but there has been far too much huge drifts of cloud everywhere despite loads of sunshine. I don't want to be wasting my time out there sitting under a huge drifting cloud.

I have still not sunned at all this year.

Around 3:30 p.m. I went out to the backyard and watered the garden plants out there, and then back in the house I fixed up my day's second and final meal that I will enjoy after I first watch a T.V. show here on my bedside computer and indulge in a can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol).

At present it is 3:49 p.m., so I am taking my blogging break a little earlier than I usually do. I will finish up and publish this post in the latter evening.

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The show I watched was Legacies ─ episode eight ("This Christmas Was Surprisingly Violent") of season two. My source was at TVSeries.video.

I got quite a kick out of this one ─ I love Christmas, as painful and excruciating as it always is for me now.

And the three main actresses portraying the three main female characters are as alluringly beautiful as ever. 

The show and my can of beer were done by 4:43 p.m., and so I then had my filling meal.

I was not too fussy that Harlots was next on my rotational list of series I watch, but I knew that I am always able to get immersed into the episodes ─ this time it was episode seven of the third season. My source was this OK.ru link.

My curiosity finally got the better of me as to why man-like 'Nanc' (Nancy) seems to be always walking around carrying what looks to be a whisk broom. Now I know:

Nancy Birch (played by Kate Fleetwood) carries the long whisk broom in Harlots because she is a high-demand dominatrix. The broom is actually a bundle of birch twigs she uses as a whip for discipline and flagellation with her clients.

Nancy is an intimidating, no-nonsense protector who rules the streets and uses her work tools to maintain dominance over men. The whisk broom also serves as a subtle nod to the historical figure she is based on: Nancy Burroughs, an 18th-century bawd who was famous for going through "more birch rods in a week" than the Westminster school. 

The show was done by 6:38 p.m. And due to its length, I waited over 15 minutes before opening my second and final can of beer.

Afterwards I took a break to brush my teeth ─ 15 minutes or so.

Then I was practically delighted to discover that the next show on my list was The 100 ─ episode seven ("The Queen's Gambit") of season seven. For just over 17 minutes my source was at M4uFree.cx, but then the video buffered without let, so I finished watching it at GOOJARA.to.

It was the most exciting show of the three, and the one to touch me the deepest.

A tumbler of a dozen ounces of Domaine d'Or red wine (12% alcohol) accompanied the feature, which ended no later than 8:25 p.m. 

I heard my brother come home through the front door at 8:44 p.m. from wherever he had bused in the early afternoon to go and social drink.

Right now it is 8:57 p.m. and definitely too early to be getting to bed. Nevertheless, I am going to publish this post. Possibly I will be to bed by 9:30 p.m., but certainly well before 10 p.m.

Roughness

I was to bed last evening somewhere in between 10:30 and 11 p.m., but I was still desirous of more time in bed when my 6 a.m. cellphone alarm chimed this morning.

I fully believed that I would be either visiting a pharmacy or else the grocery store when both opened at 8 a.m. ─ they are nearby one another, a round trip hobble of about a mile. But I became more and more concerned about my financial status and the annual home insurance billing due for payment June 14 on top of my fortnightly mortgage payment worries ─ and I also correctly believed that my younger brother would be making a beer run early this afternoon to the government liquor store two miles away, and I wanted inclusion in that outing. 

Since I wanted to buy another two dozen cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) and a four-litre box of Domaine d'Or red wine, that in itself was going to cost me $84.10.

The conclusion to this is that I fretted myself out of the early hobble to either the drug store or the grocery store ─ that dismissal was made the easier by a brilliantly sunny morning. How I miss having late dark mornings!

By the time I reached that decision to cancel the early outing, I saw myself with no option but to have my usual backyard tool shed exercise session. It was to prove as usual where the six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups were concerned: two pull-ups in the first set, and then just one repetition in each of the other five sets.

And naturally, I also did the squat work to strengthen my crippled right leg.

It was just after 8 a.m. when I came back into the house. I dished up my day's first small meal, and brought that upstairs here to eat here at my bedside computer.

When 9 a.m. rolled around, I could hear my brother stirring in his bedroom, so that galvanized me to hobble downstairs to take possession of the T.V. By the time he came forth, I was all set with our R69 Plus Android 14 TV Box to play a 10-minute (10:05) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: Did he just send Canada's Climate Minister into Panic Mode?!

The phony 'Climate Minister' is Julie Dabrusin.

Next I tuned in two videos that has both been uploaded May 13 to YouTube's Viva Frei channel:

🞇 The Truth About the Hantavirus Breakout! With Computational Biologist Dr. Jessica Rose, PhD (16:69)

🞇 What Are Endocrine Disruptors? Microplastics Are DESTROYING Our Bodies! w/ PhD Jessica Rose (20:56)

After those I tuned in The Night Agent ─ episode two ("Redial") of the first season. I had a hunch what would happen when the episode was done ─ my brother requested episode three ("The Zookeeper") as well. This suited me because I doubted he would much appreciate what I planned on playing next, for it would have seemed dull by comparison to The Night Agent.

My brother returned to his bedroom for further bed rest, but I dared not seek a nap, so I simply lay in my bed fully clothed with my bedroom door ajar to best hear when there was activity again by my brother, for he had confirmed the liquor store trip before he went upstairs to his bedroom.

My wife had a full workday today, and did not emerge from her bedroom until at least 9:45 a.m., so she had to hurry in readying for her rather long and sunny drive to the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time. It was around 10:10 a.m. when she left us.

There would be no afternoon exercise session in her bedroom for me because this was a bath day, and that chore takes me an hour from the time I step into the bathroom until I exit it. I had thought maybe there might actually be sufficient time for the half hour of exercise if I cared to dare it, but I managed to fritter away that window of time.

Incidentally, stripped naked for my bath I weighed around 184 pounds; mid-afternoon yesterday I was no worse than 181 pounds.

I don't get it.

Anyway, somehow right now it is 6:01 p.m., so I am breaking to watch my usual total of three T.V. shows here on my bedside computer; I will finish and publish this post in the latter evening.

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With a can of beer for enhancement, I tuned in The Expanse ─ episode eight ("Pyre") of season two. My source was at TVSeries.video.

It was good; and I vaguely remember something of it back pre-COVID when I used to watch shows with my brother late into the evenings while drinking together. All I can remember is the bit about little Mei who was thought to be killed when battle debris fell onto an environmentally-contained research station off in space.

The show was over by 6:56 p.m.

Next up ─ along with another can of beer ─ was Stargirl. This time episode three ("Summer School: Chapter Three") of season two. Again, my source was at TVSeries.video.

When I saw that this series was next on my rotational roster of shows I watch here in my bedroom, I felt more uplift than I did over The Expanse ─ actually, I felt nothing for The Expanse because it's just too impossibly futuristic and complicated. Stargirl is more relevant, even if ludicrously fantastic.

Anyway, it was done by 7:58 p.m.

Before starting my third show, my brother arrived home from wherever he had bused in the early afternoon to social drink ─ he left very soon after our liquor store trip together.

I decided to take the 15 minutes or so to brush my teeth and get that chore over with. 

My final show was new to me ─ and longer than I was prepared for with a mere 12 ounces of red wine in a glass tumbler, for the show exceeded 1⅔ hours. I am speaking of Necessary Roughness ─ the pilot episode of season one.

This was really good! Not Friday Nights Lights good, but still very good!

Actress Callie Thorne was familiar to me, but I just couldn't place her ─ it seemed like from a sitcom. However, now I suspect that it was the series Rescue Me.

My source was yet again TVSeries.video. And somehow, my tumbler of wine lasted me without using discipline, which I did not expect ─ I thought maybe I would have to extend things with some hard liquor, a little of which I do have on hand.

It was all done by 9:46 p.m.

Right now it is 10:31 p.m. and I am going to publish this, and then start closing down everything I need to before shutting down my computer and getting to bed. As yet my wife has not returned home ─ I think that she usually has a full day scheduled for Mondays. And tomorrow is a statutory holiday (Victoria Day), so maybe the restaurant will be even busier than usual ─ I have no idea, though.

The Aliencist 𝓛𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓸𝓹𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓪

My wife got home around 10 p.m. last evening. And although I may not have gotten to bed until after 10:30 p.m., she and I never communicated.

My cellphone alarm was set for 6 a.m. this morning, but when it sounded and I turned it off, I opted to remain in bed. I had decided that I would fast until after 6 p.m., including taking no coffee, so the prospect of not having that boost made getting up exclusively unattractive.

However, not a half hour later I had normalized too much to sleep and I thus decided to rise after all ─ I was even considering a morning backyard tool shed exercise session.

And indeed I was to soon enough have it ─ the usual six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, followed by the squat work to strengthen my crippled right leg. The six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups were unremarkable: two in the first set, and just one in each of the ensuing five sets. And since I am getting back into dead hangs, I held the dead hang of the final pull-up (between the two sides of the child's playground ladder) for a mere 30-count. I think that I made a 45-count yesterday morning.

As explained many times before, I have no chin-up bar to work with out in the shed. Instead I have an old metal ladder to a child's slide, and the ladder is stretched across roof rafters. It is high enough that I have to stand on a chair to reach it. And since the ladder's sides are quite thick by circumference or diameter compared to a chin-up bar, I cannot properly grip a side like I could a chin-up bar, virtually enveloping it with my hand. With the ladder's thicker sides, my hands largely cup overtop them, so I do not have the secure grip that a chin-up bar affords.

And so my generally poor performances out there.

We seemed to get quite a lot of rain overnight, and temperatures are relatively low. In the early morning, it is uncomfortable outside.

I noticed a recorded telephone message on our house phone (or landline) from the group we have as agents for our home insurance. The renewal due date is June 14, and the quoted coverage billing is $1,973.

If my wife repays me the $500 I stupidly e-Transferred her not a week ago when she phoned me one evening shortly after I had gone to bed ─ failing at that moment to realize that she was likely partying after work and/or at the casino nearby where she works ─ I might manage whatever my share of the coverage is going to be. I will still have to cover all of a $991.55 mortgage payment June 25, as well as a substantial amount of another such payment on June 11.

I don't want to talk about this now ─ it makes me feel unwell.

My younger brother emerged from his bedroom well past 8 a.m. to watch T.V. news programmes and have some instant coffee. I joined him for T.V. a few minutes past 9 a.m., but he never invited me to take over until 9:20 a.m., if not even a little later than that.

Powering on our R69 Plus Android 14 TV Box, I tuned in three fairly short videos ─ the three most recent at Rumble's Free Your Mind Videos channel, all of which had been published there earlier today.

🞇 Sleep Paralysis Demons: Who is the Old Hag? (20:51)

🞇 PSYCHIATRIST GOES ROGUE ON INTRINSIC CORRUPTION (9:52)

🞇 Israeli Military Medics Are Training On Dead Americans (14:14)

Next up was The Outpost ─ the premiere episode ("Someone Has to Rule") of season four. Always entertaining, and Jessica Greene is a feast for the eyes.

Then switching over to the T95Q Android 9 TV Box and the USB drive (or thumb drive) inserted into one of its two ports, we finished the last half hour (at most) of the video we never sat all the way through yesterday.

At over 1⅓ hours (1:24:08), the video had been streamed June 28, 2022, to Rumble's America's Untold Stories channel: Who is Ruth Paine Pt 2 w/ Max Good of The Assassination and Mrs Paine.

We continue our exploration of Ruth Paine and the JFK assassination joined by Max Good, the creator of The Assassination and Mrs Paine.

My brother actually returned to his bedroom for more rest after guest Max Good was released from further participation, and the two hosts got down to their usual time-wasting.

My wife was apparently only scheduled to work the latter part of the day, but she emerged from her bedroom around 11 a.m., if I am remembering correctly. While I was watching by myself the tail end of that last video, she went out front in her housecoat and started some gardening.

I think that I had just returned to my bed for my midday nap when she returned into the house. Apart from our initial exchange of "good morning" when she first came down the stairs, we were never to communicate further.

My nap ended when I checked the time around 12:58 p.m., which I thought to be excessively early. I remained here at my bedside computer while my wife bustled about; and then around 2 p.m. she seemed to leave.

Not knowing if she was only darting out on some errand, I never entered her bedroom for an afternoon light exercise session until around 3:30 p.m. If she has to work the latter part of the day at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, it opens at either 4 or 4:30 p.m. following a mid-afternoon closure, so my wife normally leaves here soon past 3 p.m. She would not return home following any errands if it was as late as 3:30 p.m.

I weighed myself after the exercise ─ stripped naked, I may have been as much as 181 pounds.The analogue scale reading fluctuates each time it is freshly stepped upon, but 181 pounds was the very most I possibly weighed. Likely I was even a bit under.

The day has been a mix of brilliant sunshine and heavy cloud, but I feel that we are done with any rain.

I still have no intention of eating until after 6 p.m., but I am not going to withstand a little drinking as I take my blogging break now to watch three T.V. shows here on my bedside computer. I will conclude and publish the post in the latter evening.

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With a can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) at hand, I started off with The Gifted ─ episode 11 ("meMento") of season two. My source was at M4uFree.cx.

I enjoy this series, and I particularly like the three actresses portraying three of the different beautiful regular characters. Depending on how a fourth actress proves herself who is also a regular character in the series, I may include her with the other three as actresses whose other work I will seek out.

But I have no intention to get into this at present.

The show was over by 6:09 p.m., but I opted to watch something else before having my day's only meal.

As it turned out, I compromised. With my second can of beer, I tuned in The Alienist ─ episode six ("Memento Mori") of season two. Again my source was at M4uFree.cx.

I could not catch the exact term that "the alienist" used when hearing of the male villain ("Goo Goo" Knox) suckling the milk from his lover Libby's milk-swollen breasts, but perhaps it was merely lactophilia.

I have never been involved with a breast-feeding woman on an intimate level, but I well understand the allure ─ I would easily succumb.

Anyway, I went through my can of beer rather quickly because I had decided that I would have my day's meal once 7 p.m. was surpassed. And so it went. I ate, and finished just as the show ended at 7:24 p.m.

At 7:42 p.m. at most, I heard my brother enter the house, home from wherever he had bused in the early afternoon to social drink.

At this point I took a break to brush my teeth, generally a 15-minute job. And when all done, I poured myself a dozen ounces of Domaine d'Or red wine (12% alcohol) into a glass tumbler and tuned in Superman & Lois ─ episode eight ("Guess Who's Coming to Dinner") of season three.

This time my source was at TVSeries.video, and the episode was over with by 9:31 p.m.

I was to discover the short hallway light on outside my bedroom door ─ my wife is almost always the one who turns it on and leaves it. But it was soon pretty clear that someone else was at fault.

I truly enjoy Superman & Lois, and I do not say that easily about any DC T.V. series.

I am going to publish this post and start shutting down the various browsers, tabs, and software I still have open, then I will be getting to bed. Right now it is 10:34 p.m., and I should be to bed by 10:45 p.m. at latest.

My wife is not yet home.

Common People

I'm pretty sure that it was after 10 p.m. when I got to bed last night, but before 10:30 p.m. My cellphone alarm was set for 6 a.m. even though I had considered rising at 3 a.m. for an outing to the elementary school playground ─ a ¾ mile round trip hobble ─ for some exercise there.

The notion was not entirely dismissed ─ I thought that if I happened to be awake naturally around that time and felt like going, then I could do so; and if I was not awake, then clearly my sleep was more important.

A point in my night arrived when I had awakened and was in need of urinary relief. However, the T.V. was still playing downstairs, so my younger brother had yet to go to bed. I wondered if I might be able to slip down the very short hallway to the bathroom without being noticed attired in just my undershorts? The need was dire, so I decided to give it a try ... and then I noticed that the bathroom was already occupied.

My infernal youngest stepson must have usurped it. That young prick seems to intuit how best to make my life as inconvenient as possible where that bathroom is concerned!

There was no sense in lying in bed in discomfort until such time as he exited the facilities ─ it could be another half hour or more! So I had no option but to use an empty 1.75-litre yogourt container that I have on hand for such an emergency.

It was 12:11 a.m. as I returned to bed.

Oddly, later in my night I was again experiencing wakefulness and needing similar relief ─ usually two cans of beer and a dozen ounces of wine in the evening do not require this degree of required drainage overnight. At least everyone else had gone to bed, so the bathroom was free.

If I am remembering right, it was 2:54 a.m. And though I returned to bed, I was aware that I could just remain up and have that outing to the school. But I was craving sleep; and if I did deny that craving, and dress and go forth into the night, I probably would not be returning to bed any earlier than 5:30 a.m. and would have difficulty thereafter sleeping due to having accelerated my mind and my metabolism.

So I was to sleep further. And when my 6 a.m. alarm finally sounded, it roused me ─ and I still wished I could remain in bed seeking more sleep. I did not feel at all rested.

When I hobbled downstairs to boil water for a mug of instant coffee with which to wash down an aspirin, I just lay deliciously on the chesterfield with my eyes covered awaiting the water's boiling, knowing that once I began drinking the coffee I would be committed to remaining up.

But that was the way of it.

I later yet had my unremarkable backyard tool shed exercising ─ six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups with a single repetition in each, apart from the first set where I managed to force out two pull-ups; and then the squat work to strengthen my crippled right leg. I was back into the house just ahead of 8 a.m. and dishing up a fairly light first meal of my day when my brother came downstairs with an armload of laundry he was going to start laundering.

I returned to my bedroom and this bedside computer where I had my meal; and it was not until nigh 9:10 a.m. that I again hobbled downstairs to join my brother for our morning T.V. together.

Upon his invitation five or so minutes later to take over, I used our R69 Plus Android 14 TV Box to play a 42-minute (41:59) video published two days ago to Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel: Mark Carney Sets Up The "AI Government Surveillance State" To Monitor Canadians.

How Mark Carney's Bill C-22 Creates The Building Blocks For Canada's Upcoming Government Run AI Surveillance State -Similar To China. Important Interview & Information. Action Step Required. Please Share Widely.

Odessa's guest was John Carpay of the Justice Centre for Constitutional Freedoms (JCCF).

Then I tuned in a 29-minute (29:40) video published yesterday to Rumble's ZeeeMedia channel: Kentucky Youth Flood to Support Thomas Massie! | Daily Pulse Ep 252.

Our future generation is sick and tired of billionaires, foreign interest groups, special interest groups and people who don't have our interests at heart buying politicians. That's what's happening in the race against Thomas Massie, who's opponent is funded by a billionaire who reportedly is an Epstein associate. Tiffany Cianci joins us to explain how creators with 37 million followers combined are going to help win this race through the youth in Kuntucky.

We never finished our third video ─ maybe 54 of something like 84 minutes. Perhaps we'll give the remainder a go tomorrow morning.

My brother returned to his bedroom for further bed rest, and maybe by about 12:10 p.m. I was into my own bed for a nap. By then it sounded like it was raining quite hard outside, for the morning had been heavily overcast; I expected the day would remain threatened with further rain, for the cloud cover was heavy. However, in the early latter afternoon, there was sunshine, and quite a lot of it. I was having my light exercise session in my wife's vacant bedroom at the time.

The cloud cover did fully resume later in the afternoon. 

I had been expecting my wife to show up, for she generally has to work the latter part of Fridays at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time. And sure enough, at 2:06 p.m. I heard her come into the house.

Soon, she was busy cooking.

At one point she had me research a $30 online order she had placed two or three weeks ago at a company called Chicory.com through a Facebook advertisement. Well, here is Google's AI Overview:

Reviews and complaints for chivory.com are overwhelmingly negative, with consumers reporting non-delivery of items, fraudulent tracking numbers, and unresponsive customer service.

Key issues consumers face include:

• Missing Orders: Multiple victims have reported placing orders for goods (often found through social media ads), having their money taken, and never receiving the items.
• Fake Tracking: Scammers frequently provide fraudulent tracking numbers that later claim items were delivered when nothing ever arrived.
• No Customer Support: Buyers are unable to reach the company for refunds or order updates, with emails and messages going unanswered.

Consumers advise exercising extreme caution when purchasing from this domain. If you are dealing with a financial dispute or think you have been targeted by this site, you can review similar victim accounts and report the incident using the BBB Scam Tracker or the BBB Scam Tracker resources.

Evidently she's been screwed. I never got the opportunity to share this with her, for she was away on her fairly long drive to work not too very long after 3 p.m.

I may as well take my blogging break here at 4:59 p.m. so I can watch the usual three T.V. shows here on my bedside computer, thereby allowing me a little drinking with which to better enjoy the entertainment.

I will finish up and publish the post in the latter evening.

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Lord, I am so glad that I did not watch my first show as my last show of the evening ─ what a sick, sorry mess! So damned depressing. I don't need that!

It was Black Mirror ─ the premiere episode ("Common People") of season or series seven. I watched the episode at TVSeries.video.

What I do not understand is why Chris O'Dowd's character would choose to return to the masochist website to either remove some body part ─ or else suicide ─ for the entertainment of the perverted viewers who pay people to harm themselves. He had just smothered his wife, the only reason he had for living ─ what possible reason would he have for money now, or even for remaining alive?

I gather that he had become too weary and probably physically and mentally dysfunctional to be able to go out in a raging crusade of vengeance against Rivermind Technologies, but continuing on even just once to self-harm for the viewing pleasure of the Dum Dummies website makes no sense to me.    

The disgusting episode was done by 6:05 p.m., and I had made a can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) last me.

My next show did a superb job of erasing most of the first one's distaste. Unfortunately, whatever praise I may have given at this second series' debut episode when I watched it a couple or so weeks ago at most, I no longer feel it. The main character has grown to be exceptionally annoying to me, and I am wondering whether to abandon it.

I am speaking of Psych ─ this time episode three ("Speak Now or Forever Hold Your Piece") of the first season. My source was at M4uFree.cx.

The bride-to-be in this episode was so darned familiar to me, but I could not place the series she had been in. This has led me to check the identities of the cast playing the characters, and now I realize that it was delightfully appealing Gina Holden. I guess what threw me was that I never noticed her to be as exceptionally thin of limb in this episode of Black Mirror as she always seemed on Blood Ties.

I drank another can of beer during the show, which ended at 7:20 p.m.

A small tragedy ensued after I poured myself about a dozen ounces of Domaine d'Or red wine (12% alcohol) into a glass for my next show. As I withdrew the four-litre box of wine from overtop my glass, the spout of the box caught on the rim of the glass and nearly tipped the entire thing over ─ at first I thought that was exactly what was happening. However, the squat tumbler ─ a Bacardi glass that I estimate holds about a dozen ounces when filled ─ might have been bottom-heavy enough not to tip over, so I lost maybe an ounce or a bit more.

My computer keyboard and light tan floor carpet got a wee drenching.

Anyway, I tuned in Vegas ─ episode two ("Money Plays") of the first and only season. My source was at GOOJARA.to.

How the hell can an exceptional show like this fail to catch on, but some lame-ass like Psych catches the attention of the viewing American public? Something ain't right.

The Vegas episode was done by maybe 9:10 p.m.

I guess something is amiss with Bev. She normally never emerges from the bedroom until into the noon hour at earliest, as a rule. Today she didn't do so until after I had finished my nap. Then maybe a couple hours at most later, she returned to the bedroom, having forsaken the T.V., even turning it off (very rare for her).

She emerged again well after 4 p.m. and started watching T.V. downstairs again ... with her white wine; but by the time Vegas was done, the T.V. was again off and she was back in the bedroom she shares with my brother ─ who was still not home from wherever he had bused in the earliest afternoon to social drink.

He didn't get home until 9:28 p.m. After he visited his bedroom and then got an accounting from me on Bev's haphazard appearance from the bedroom today, he decided that it was worth bothering her just to ensure she had not passed away.

She is quite sickly, COPD being just one of her issues at 60 years of age.

I am tempted to introduce my brother to the superb T.V. series Friday Night Lights, but it would be wasted on him due to how much drinking he has done since he has been away, and which he is now re-engaging.

I am also sorely tempted to do some further drinking though, but maybe it is best to just wrap up whatever needs finishing here on the various browsers, their tabs, and whatever else I have open on my computer. Then I can get to bed. My wife may or may not get home soon ─ I think she may have a full workday tomorrow, but I am not fully certain. If she does not, she may be late showing up.

Right now it is 10:06 p.m. as I publish this post.

Alway an Eventual Miss

As usual I have no certain recollection of my bed time last evening, but I think it may have been after 11:30 p.m. Whatever the case, I intended a bath first thing this morning and no backyard tool shed exercising, so I set my cellphone alarm for 6:30 a.m. ─ a half hour later than usual.

I believe that the sound of one or more crows led me to realize that dawn had arrived at some earlier point this morning. I rose to use the toilet, and only at returning to my bedroom did I check the time ─ it was only something like 5:38 a.m.

I returned to bed because I felt inadequately recovered from last evening's bit of drinking and the late hour. Notwithstanding, I am unsure now if I was up again just before 6 a.m., or if it was later but still well ahead of my 6:30 a.m. alarm. I am also unsure if I succeeded in achieving another short bout of sleep.

What matters is that I did have my early bath. When I had been up earlier and used the toilet, I first turned on my computer, remembering that it had been set to run a deep registry scan and repair at startup, so I was not tempted to delay my bath by spending any time here at my bedside computer as likely otherwise would have happened.

I knew the scan would be very long, but I don't believe that I recalled that it would exceed three hours, for it did. Thus, my hour-long stay in the bathroom when I had my bath was still an insufficient passage of time for me to bide any in occupation on my computer, so I hobbled downstairs and briefly used my laptop, and then I turned on the T.V. and checked a few things on the R69 Plus Android 14 TV Box.

I also gathered together a breakfast that I indulged in.

It was a little after 8 a.m. when I hobbled back upstairs to my bedroom, but the scan was still going on, so I opted to return to bed fully clothed and bide time until I heard my younger brother emerge from his bedroom ─ which he did soon enough. By then, though, the scan was still running, and I saw no purpose in leaving my bed because I had no interest in waiting out my brother's essential early morning news shows programming as would happen if I joined him before at least 9:10 a.m.

My awareness lapsed briefly, and a time check revealed that it was around 9 a.m. and I had weak recollection of a dream, so I realized that I must have succumbed to a bit of sleep. I rose, and still the scan claimed to have another quarter hour or so to run, so I joined my brother.

Around 9:15 a.m. he turned the T.V. over to me, so I switched over to the Android TV Box that I had not turned off, for I had already lined up something for us to watch. At over 1¼ hours (1:17:45), it had been streamed yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: Professor Pranked by the CBC! My stream featuring academic, Jim McMurtry.

Frances Widdowson' s harrowing experience by TV pranksters.

We were to watch just one more show ─ Chilling Adventures of Sabrina, and specifically episode five ("Chapter Thirty-Three: Deus Ex Machina") of season four.

I see no sense in claiming there to be two seasons, each divided into two parts as is shown on Wikipedia. I prefer IMDB's classification.

My brother returned to his bedroom following the episode, and I was back to bed for my nap just ahead of 12:30 p.m.

The day has had a little sunshine, but mostly there have been masses of cloud, with quite a chilly strong breeze that forced me to close my bedroom window. When I had my mid-afternoon half-hour light exercise session in my wife's vacant bedroom, her open window had the room very uncomfortable for me initially.

And since I was not fully certain that she might show up like she did last Thursday, I waited until after 3 p.m. before using her bedroom.

Right now it is 5:16 p.m. Earlier I had notions of phoning Sandy, my late old friend William's ladyfriend, but doing so now would consume far too much time. Instead I am going to start watching my usual three T.V. shows here on my bedside computer and having a few drinks, and I will finish and publish this post in the latter evening.

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Along with a can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol), first up was Sight Unseen ─ episode three ("Chain Reaction") of the second season. My source was at M4uFree.cx.

It was entertainingly dramatic enough, though as implausible as it often is. And it was over by 6:16 p.m.

My next can of beer was devoted to The Handmaid's Tale ─ episode nine ("Progress") of season four. I used GOOJARA.to as my source.

Yes, it was dramatically interesting enough, and quite late into the episode my eyes even burned with some emotion when June and Nick kissed long and sincerely hard ─ but that was due to transference, for I miss having that intimacy with my wife. I don't know how long this part of our marriage has been over, but it definitely exceeds 13 years. So I cannot say that The Handmaid's Tale evoked the response ─ remembrance of my own situation did. I just prefer not dwelling on it.

The show was done by 7:34 p.m., and it was evident that my brother had only recently gotten home from wherever he had bused in the early afternoon to social drink.

I have some inclination to pay a visit overnight to the elementary school playground that is maybe a round trip hobble of ¾ of a mile, but that will entail rising at 3 a.m. Thus, if I am serious about this, I cannot sit up anything like late this evening.

My third and final show was accompanied with a glass of at least a dozen ounces of Domaine d'Or red wine (12% alcohol). The show was The Guardian ─ episode 18 ("My Aim Is True") of season two. My selected source was at M4uFree.cx for the second time this evening.

I am unsure of where they are going with the brain injured Lulu ("Louise") and Nick Fallin angle ─ why is she suddenly rather distancing herself from deeper involvement with him since her awakening after the car mishap?

A lot going on in this episode! I referred to the IMDb icon photos of the cast in this episode, and no one is visually familiar. Since I do not remember the various characters'  names, I cannot identify who was who in the darned episode ─ it is now 23 years later, and the cast members have aged considerably, so the guest actors playing the characters are no longer recognizable from those tiny headshots.

We need broader episode write-ups.

But whatever, the episode was done by 8:44 p.m.

I still must brush my teeth before going to bed. I am unsure earlier, but I almost thought that it might have been lightly raining when I peered through the screen of the slightly open bathroom window as I passed water. Will I have a wet time of it if I spoil my sleep by rising at 3 a.m. to visit the playground?

Enough blogging for today. It is 9:15 p.m. as I publish this post.

Loving Friday Night Lights

Though I am fuzzy now on when I got to bed last evening ─ 10 p.m.? 10:30 p.m.? ─ my cellphone alarm was set for 3 a.m. to get me up so I could make the two-mile round trip hobble to my financial institution's nearest ATM so I could make a cash deposit.

I lost my resolve to deposit $500, and settled instead upon $300. Apart form the possibility of getting robbed, there was always the chance that the ATM might malfunction and fail to record the transaction after swallowing the envelope containing the cash; or the wrong amount might get recorded. There is even the chance that $500 in cash might be too tempting for someone along the chain of people who would be handling the envelope after I submitted it into the ATM.

I believe that it was late last afternoon that I mentioned first hearing the patter of some rain outside my open bedroom window. Well, that sound was to recur a number of times thereafter, and so were various claps of thunder.

When I rose at 3 a.m., I noticed that a light was on behind my wife's closed bedroom door. I never heard her come home last night after I went to bed, so I cannot estimate when that was. My four-litre wine box was still in my bedroom, so she had not sneaked in and appropriated it.

There was still the sound of some rain, so I knew I was not going to be having a dry environment out there. But at least it would probably keep a lot of the usual nightlife off the streets.

I think I managed to be on my way by 3:30 a.m.

There were never to be any issues during my venture; and despite occasional rain, it was never threatening insofar as concerns getting my clothes wet.

On the return hobble, I even stopped in at the elementary school playground for the half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups that I would not be having in our backyard tool shed. The numbers were pretty much the same, though: two repetitions in the first set of pull-ups, and a single repetition in the next pull-up set, and also the two sets of chin-ups, and even the two sets of pull-ups on a pair of stationary rings.

I had taken off my jacket for the exercises, but I completely forgot to weigh myself once I was back home to see what body weight I was dealing with. By the time I remembered, I already had my boots and socks off here in my bedroom where I keep this bedside computer, so I let the weigh-in slide.

My wife's bedroom light was off by this time, incidentally. Whether she had fallen asleep with it on earlier is certainly a possibility.

I never returned to bed until maybe 6:10 a.m., if not later; and I set my cellphone alarm for 8 a.m. to ensure that I never overslept and cut short any morning T.V. time with my younger brother ─ who was already downstairs watching T.V. when I rose at 8 a.m., so I don't know when he emerged from his bedroom.

I waited until at least 9:10 a.m. before joining my brother, and by then he was quite quick to turn the T.V. over to me so that I could commence operation of an Android TV Box.

I started off with the R69 Plus Android 14 and tuned in the video I wrote of yesterday that I had mistakenly cancelled out of at around the 80-minute mark because I believed it was finished, not realizing that there was still a half hour to go: You Need Salt, Fat and Meat. Viruses Are a HOAX 11-May-2026.

Then I tuned in a 23-minute (22:58) video uploaded earlier today to YouTube's Moose on the Loose channel: You Won’t Believe What the CBC Was Caught Doing...

After that, an 18½-minute video also uploaded earlier today, but to YouTube's PortuguesePai channel: Rigged? Liberal MP Quits as Nomination Scandal Explodes.

Obviously the two YouTube videos were Canadian politics related.

Then I switched over to the T95Q Android 9 TV Box with the USB drive or stick inserted and we finished watching the excellent family movie we had cut from yesterday ─ 2011's We Bought A Zoo.

I had originally downloaded the movie from BitChute, but the channel that had provided it was forced to remove it. However, I see that it can still be watched at OK.ru here, if you can stand the Arabic or Turkish (or whatever they are) subtitles. It also seems available at Goojara.to and 1Moviesz.to, if you care to search it out.

My brother returned to his bedroom for further bed rest following the movie, and I was to bed for a nap ─ probably no later than 12:10 p.m.

My wife was not to emerge from her bedroom until two or three minutes before 2:30 p.m. this heavily overcast day. I don't know if we've had further light rain since the morning, but it certainly seems possible at any time.

This is a bath day for me, but at present it is 4:15 p.m. and I do not care to take over the bathroom for the hour that the full chore involves from the time I set foot into the bathroom up until I leave it again, for my wife is still home. I know that she has today off work, and tomorrow as well, so she will be taking off at some point today to spend her free time elsewhere.

I may as well take my blogging break now.

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My wife cooked a very delicious beef stir-fry ─ I don't know how she can afford the beef. I sure can't ─ not in the store I usually shop at.

Then at 5:12 p.m., she was out the front door, on her way to ... wherever. Last week she returned on Thursday, but that was unusual. Usually she does not show up again until Friday.

But it was too late for me to bother with a bath. If I wanted to get in my usual three T.V. shows with a little drinking and expect to be to bed before the evening advanced into the a.m., I would have to forsake the scheduled bath. Tomorrow will do.

And so I tuned in The Rookie and was soon into a can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) ─ I watched episode eight ("Grand Theft Aircraft") of season eight. My source was at TVSeries.video.

Not only was this one exciting almost throughout, but it was sweetly touching near the conclusion. Good stuff. And it was done by 6:17 p.m.

I was a mere few minutes into my next show, Doom Patrol ─ episode four ("Undead Patrol") of season three ─ when my computer froze with one of those damned blue screens. This one claimed that it was gathering information and was at 40%, and would restart when it was done. But I waited, and waited, and nothing changed. Finally I got pissed off and forced it to shut down.

After a short pause, I restarted it again, then brought up the Brave browser I had been using for the video ... and my computer crashed again, but with a different error message, and this time was at 0% as it supposedly gathered the required information.

After possibly 10 minutes with no change ─ except like before, my computer was running in overdrive ─ I forced another shutoff.

This time, though, I could not get it restarted without a number of attempts, but at last succeeded. I sought to run a CHKDSK to check the registry, but was told that it was NTSF and some mumbo-jumbo about another process using the partition or some such. All I could do was agree to have the scan start the next time my computer restarted.

Fortunately, though, I was able to watch the video, but I opted to used a GOOJARA.to source instead of the M4uFree.cx source where my computer first crashed.

Of course, I had another can of beer during the show, which ended at 8:19 p.m. If you note, that's over two hours after my first show ended ─ I lost a lot of bloody time with this!

My brother had gotten back home during all of that fuss during the two episodes, for he had bused away in the early afternoon to go social drinking.

I wouldn't be having all of this damned computer trouble if I could only use my own damned T.V. downstairs in the living room, but Mark's girlfriend Bev watches it from the time she gets up in the early afternoon until she goes to bed at night. I am relegated to virtually locking myself up in my wee bedroom here in my supposed own home, trying to find entertainment here on my faulty old computer.

You know, thanks God, for just watching me rot away and never lifting a finger to help or encourage, no matter how much I have pleaded over these recent years. And now I am a pathetic cripple who cannot even go for the long walks that at least used to allow me some adventure and exercise.

My final show was an adrenaline boost because I love it so much, and did not realize it was next when I needed something like it so very much.

I am speaking of Friday Night Lights ─ and episode 19 (Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes) of the first season. I chose Goojara-Official.co.za as a safe source not to cause my computer to spasm out ... and I was right, it seemed.

I poured a dozen or so ounces of Domaine d'Or red wine (12% alcohol) into a glass, and the alcohol truly enhanced the emotional reaction of what I was to watch ─ my eyes not only burned, but at least twice I am sure I cried aloud to my thus far seemingly deaf Creator God.

I am so thankful that the seasons in this series are so exceptionally long, for the series will last me a long, long time ─ I cannot imagine finding its equal.

Anyway, this episode was done by 9:40 p.m.

I am considering having my bath right after I rise tomorrow morning instead of concerning myself with the usual morning tool shed exercise session. Bathing then will free me up in the afternoon to have my usual session of exercise in my wife's vacant bedroom. As well, it will allow me to rise after 6 a.m. ─ maybe I'll 'splurge' and shoot for 6:30 a.m., and truly sleep in.

So I am shutting down now at 11:06 p.m.