That second glass of maybe 12 ounces of wine last evening ─ plus sitting up until midnight ─ made getting up this morning at 6 a.m. too challenging. The prospect of getting out to the backyard tool shed was too formidable to countenace. Feeling as wasted as I did was punishment enough ─ trying to strenuously exercise in that condition at my age of 76 would have been folly, so ultimately I just returned to bed. I don't remember the exact time, but it was likely around 7 a.m.
Incidentally, when my wife got home last evening, she approached me coyly and gave me $90, asking that I make an online e-Transfer to her of $100 for some purpose she wanted to deal with before her bedtime.
Of course I complied.
Anyway, getting back to my morning, it never began, I suppose, until I rose again around 8:30 a.m. My younger brother had emerged from his bedroom very soon after 8 a.m. (I had heard him, for I was not asleep at the time).
I joined him just past 9 a.m. for our morning T.V. together, but had to wait almost 10 minutes before he issued his invitation to me to take over the T.V. with one of our Android TV Boxes.
Using the R69 Plus Android 14, I tuned in a 7¾-minute (7:43) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: I like this woman.
"This woman" was Kerry-Lynne Findlay.
Next I tuned in two relatively short videos from BitChute's TheWarAgainstYou channel:
🞇 Inside Epstein's Zorro Ranch - What REALLY Happened (15:06) Published May 2, 2026
What really happened inside Zorro Ranch? Hidden deep in the New Mexico desert, the remote estate owned by Jeffrey Epstein has become one of the most mysterious locations tied to his case. While much of the public focus has been on his properties in New York and the Caribbean, Zorro Ranch remains surrounded by unanswered questions, limited access, and ongoing speculation. It’s important to separate fact from speculation. While Epstein’s criminal case and network have been widely documented, many claims about specific activities at Zorro Ranch remain unproven or unverified.
🞇 U.S. is Manufacturing Domestic Terrorist's to Force a Revolution to Wage War Against American's (16:07) Published May 3, 2026
Simon Dixon isn't holding back — he's calling JD Vance out as completely fake, and the evidence he lays out is hard to dismiss. The political positioning, the convenient narrative shifts, and the connections that don't add up all point to someone playing a very different game than the one being sold to the public. In a world where politicians are lining up to claim they love Bitcoin, knowing who's real and who's performing has never mattered more.
I followed that with Bosch ─ episode three ("God Sees") of season three.
Then I switched over to the T96Q Android 9 TV Box that has a USB drive or stick inserted and we watched about half of a horror movie before my brother announced that he was returning to his bedroom for further rest.
I am unsure if we will watch the remainder of the movie ─ I will ask him when next we get around to taking the time, for I won't mind if he has had enough of it.
By the way, my wife had a full workday today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, and she actually emerged from her bedroom around 9:20 - 9:25 a.m. for her shower, and she was away on her fairly long drive by 9:50 - 9:55 a.m.
As for my day, it is unlikely that I will be exercising at all. I had a helpful midday nap, but this is a bath day, and that chore that involves shaving takes about an hour from the time I enter the bathroom until I exit the room when I am done.
And now it is 5:14 p.m. and I am recently done with that bath.
I had thought that I might phone my old late friend William's ladyfriend Sandy ─ it's been over a year since we talked, I am quite sure. But the afternoon ran away on me, as usual ─ even though I never set foot outside of the house.
I have only consumed two coffees today ─ not one item of food. When I was stripped down for that bath, I weighed around 182 pounds. There is just too much flab caking my belly and around my midsection. But being crippled and unable to take long walks, I am extremely limited at my ability to burn away calories.
Before I have my day's only meal, I want to have a Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) and watch a T.V. show here on my bedside computer.
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I watched a very welcome episode of Van Helsing ─ episode eight ("The Prism") of season four. My source was at M4uFree.cx.
As intimated, I was quite involved in the episode, even though I am sure that I watched it ─ possibly back in 2019 ─ one evening drunk with my brother.
This time I had difficulty making that first can of beer last, since I had drunk no fluids since my hour in the bathroom. And with a stomach entirely empty of food, yes, withstanding the urge to guzzle the beer took restraint.
But I do not enjoy these beers when I drink after eating a meal, so I chose to withhold eating and watch yet another show so that I can certainly enjoy a second beer. By the way, Van Helsing was done by 6:21 p.m.
I was not thrilled that the next show on my roster's rotation was Madam Secretary ─ episode 16 ("Tamerlane") of season one. My source was again at M4uFree.cx.
Yes, I did thoroughly enjoy the episode, but it's just not my flavour of entertainment. I despise government and politics. However, I despise much about police hierarchy and management of health services and so much more, but I can still enjoy the fiction of what should be, and not what really is going on, in our countries and the world.
Again, it was somewhat difficult limiting myself to that second can of beer. The episode itself was done by 7:25 p.m., at which point I was suitably hungry.
And so I fed. And when done, I poured myself 12 ounces of Domaine d'Or red wine (12% alcohol) from the soon-to-be-depleted four-litre box in my wife's bedroom, then I tuned in Betrayal ─ episode 12 ("Sharper Than a Serpent's Tooth...") of the only season. My source was at TVSeries.video.
So is beautiful Sara dead now? She took two slugs to her abdomen and was left lying in a pool of her blood. But I will have to see that she's been killed off to believe it ─ I don't find any point in the producers and writers in doing such a thing now.
And who did it? We never got to see the shooter.
One more episode to go ─ everything has to come out there, if the series was planned to be one season.
I had some difficulty drinking my wine initially ─ it was as if my meal was upsetting my system. But I'm properly buzzed now. The show ended at 9:19 p.m., incidentally. I have no intention of repeating last evening's folly by drinking more just so I can cram in a sitcom, for I have early morning shopping plans and thus must be rising at 6 a.m. and feeling well.
Okay, right now it is 9:40 p.m. and I must brush my teeth, and then I will start finishing up whatever needs doing so here on my computer before I call it an evening and getting myself to bed.
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