I failed last evening in getting to bed by 10:30 p.m., but I still managed to be to bed before 11 p.m. And overnight I never once rose to use the toilet, so I was in bed for over seven hours by the time my 6 a.m. cellphone got me up for the morning.
First on my agenda was to slowly heat water for a mug of instant coffee, since I was going to be watering front yard garden areas for a half hour.
Then after finally having the mug of coffee ─ the first of two that I tend to have daily ─ I went out to the backyard tool shed for the usual exercise session there. Also usual was the single repetition in each of the six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups that preceded the squat work to strengthen my crippled right leg.
It was 8 a.m. by the time I finished out there ─ I think overall, it only take maybe 15 minutes.
My younger brother was not to emerge from his bedroom until fairly close to 8:30 a.m., but there is never any sense in joining him until maybe 9:10 a.m. because of his addiction to morning T.V. news programmes.
Upon his invitation, I began operation of our R69 Plus Android 14 TV Box and tuned back in the two-hour (2:02:51) video that we had only watched maybe an hour of yesterday morning. It had been published two days ago to Rumble's Tucker Carlson channel: MTG on the Neocons’ Hatred for America and What’s Truly Going on Behind the Scenes in Washington.
I am a fan of magnificent Marjorie Taylor Greene, and only tuned the video in yesterday because of her. However, the first hour did not include her ─ it was just Tucker soliloquizing or monologuing. But she was definitely in the second half of the video, and did not disappoint me.
We were to watch just one further video ─ The Graham Norton Show, and specifically the latest season or series 33's episode 12.
And only just now have I discovered that one of Graham's guests ─ Michelle de Swarte ─ is known to me through the bizarre T.V. series The Baby in which Michelle has the central role.
Graham Norton was done before yet 11:30 a.m., but this is my brother's normal laundering day, and during the show at one point my brother was absent for at least 15 minutes ─ I have no idea what the laundry 'fussbudget' could be doing. When he disappeared again towards the end of the show and time was passing as I awaited his return, I just gave up on him and shut everything down, then came upstairs here to my bedside computer.
He has no idea how to operate anything but the T.V.
I even returned to my bed for my usual nap before it was yet noon ─ he was on his own. I never did consort with him again.
I was only abed for about an hour, but both he and Bev were already downstairs. I don't know if he got any further bed rest or not.
Then around 2 - 2:30 p.m. he left to catch a bus to take him away to engage his daily social drinking.
Around mid-afternoon I went out to the backyard to trim my fingernails; and then I watered the garden plants. I realized that it is now sunny and warm enough that I could be sunning again. Maybe tomorrow early afternoon I will give it a shot ─ today was a bath day.
I waited until around 3:30 p.m. to be almost certain that my wife was not going to be making an appearance before going on to work the latter part of today, and then I occupied the bathroom for the next hour involved in everything that entails me having a bath.
I have no time to bath as well as have my usual afternoon light exercise session.
But whatever ─ right now it is 5:54 p.m. and well past time for me to break from blogging to watch my usual three T.V. shows here on my bedside computer and enjoy a little drinking.
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With a can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) in hand, I enjoyed FBI ─ episode two ("Captured") of season eight. My source was at M4uFree.cx, and the show was done by 6:53 p.m., I believe.
It was good. And it was nice seeing guest star Claire Coffee ─ I have liked her since Grimm. I am unsure if I have seen her since that series.
My second beer was enjoyed with Teen Wolf ─ the premiere episode ("Wolf Moon") of season one. My source was at MoviesJoyTV.co. And it was done by 7:56 p.m.
I enjoyed the show more than I expected to ─ it was nicely done. And the scene of the main male lead's teen crush classmate bringing a hurt dog (she had hit it on a rainy evening's drive) to the animal shelter or clinic where he happened to be probably volunteering that evening all by himself ─ I was soon smiling broadly. I love 'young love' ─ always have. I wanted it, but never found it.
The episode was slightly spoiled late into it by a text from my youngest stepson ─ he had brought home two pastries or such for me from a local Maxim's Bakery: one a sort of pork bun, the other a sort of Danish. I had already eaten a light meal, but I am a weakling for something like this, so I had to go downstairs and fetch the two items.
My next show was in the accompaniment of two types of wine. First, I drained the last dregs from the four-litre box of Copper Moon Shiraz wine (13% alcohol) ─ there were at least six ounces; and then I guesstimated another six or somewhat more of Chile's Vivo Reserva white wine (12½% alcohol).
All of that got me through an excellent episode of FBI: Most Wanted ─ episode six ("Pageantry") of season six. My source was again M4uFree.cx this evening.
That one kept me wondering!
The show was done by ... well, 𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓉 ─ I looked, but evidently I never bothered to take proper note! Let's just say it was 9:10 p.m. by most, in all likelihood.
I reckon I will rate Teen Wolf as my favourite, for it was the only show to touch me emotionally. The other two were just dramatic police procedural shows that were irrelevant to me.
My brother seemed to arrive back home at 9:22 p.m.
It is now 10:20 p.m., and the plan with determination is to be to bed long before 11 p.m. ─ nearer 10:30 p.m., I do hope.
But enough for today ─ I must start the shutdown process. As yet, my wife has not come home. Or has she? It is 10:26 p.m., and I think that she is here ─ yes, I hear her voice downstairs.
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