Evidently predicting iniquity's occurrence is permission to ensure it occurs, for so it went following publication of yesterday's post. I was not to get to bed until after 1:30 a.m., as I recall.
I bring this on so easily, such is my decay.
I kept my cellphone alarm set for 6 a.m., though, and thus my morning proceeded as is usual.
My wife got home in the wee a.m. last night as I was misconducting myself, so I rather strongly hoped that she had sufficient Domaine d'Or red wine (12% alcohol) remaining in the nearly depleted four-litre box in her bedroom and would not seek to 'invade' my bedroom by sneaking in for a fresh box, thinking me asleep in my bed.
Discovery was untenable were it to take place.
After rising at 6 a.m., I dressed and then hobbled downstairs to start boiling water for a mug of instant coffee with which to wash down an aspirin, and as I waited I went forth to put the recycling wheelie bin to curbside for today's collection.
In the latter morning I was to discover that pickup today was garbage, not recycling; and now we shall have to wait two further weeks to have the garbage bin dumped. Emptying once in a four-week period is certainly stretching capacity.
When I finally had my coffee and was enjoying it here at my bedside computer, I checked online to see if my monthly pension income had been direct-deposited, and it had; so I transferred it out of my joint account with my wife and put it safely into my private account where it will be available for tomorrow's fortnightly mortgage payment debit. The account never even had $20 in it before, so I needed that pension deposit!
Around 7:30 a.m. I went forth to the backyard tool shed for my usual 15 minutes of exercising there, managing to open with a set of three pull-ups, but only one repetition in each of the five sets of pull-ups and chin-ups that followed. That is fairly usual of late.
Naturally, I also did the squat work to strengthen my damaged right knee and quadriceps.
The day was clearly going to be all sunshine, but I knew I was unlikely to be benefitting. For one thing, the lawn needs cutting, and if I was out there doing any afternoon sunning for the first time this year, I would be trampling down the grass and make its eventual mowing troublesome in that area.
But of course I lacked the spirit required to undertake any afternoon sunning.
As it was to happen, though, my younger brother undertook that lawn care in the early afternoon following his midday bed rest when we were done having our latter morning T.V. together.
He had first emerged from his bedroom this morning right around 8 a.m., as if he had actually set an alarm to alert him (which of course he did not).
I let him have coffee and watch his news programmes on T.V. downstairs until 9:10 a.m. or so before joining him; and then at the first commercial break that arrived around 9:15 a.m., he turned the T.V. over to me so that I could have our R69 Plus Android 14 TV Box take over.
The first show I tuned in was a nearly 10-minute (9:54) video uploaded earlier today to YouTube's AnitaK channel: Tim Horton's Now Hiring White Kids!
We also watched two very short videos at YouTube's 2 Average Dudes channel:
🞉 Chrystia Freeland Verbally Rocked By This Protester (2:11) uploaded two days ago
🞉 Is Tim Hortons In Trouble? (2:00) uploaded yesterday
After that I tuned in a 2⅓-hour (2:19:54) video published May 23 to Rumble's "Coffee and a Mike" Show: Iran, Trump, Covid 2.0, Global Reset and More (FULL SHOW)- Dave Collum and Matt Smith.
Dave Collum is a professor of organic chemistry from Cornell University. He joins entrepreneur, co-host of the YouTube show Doug Casey’s Take Matt Smith to discuss the idea of narratives, parallels between 2020 and now, supply shortages, expansion of the war, Kevin Warsh, academia, and much more.
I guess we got at least 15 minutes into it before my brother announced that he was finding that it was too dry, so I tuned out. I did not want to devote the remainder of our morning to that video alone, anyway.
I instead tuned in This Is Us ─ episode 14 ("The Graduates") of season three. Good stuff. I hope to heck that they don't abort Kate's baby.
Then switching over to our T95Q Android 9 TV Box and the USB drive inserted into it, we finished off the tale end of The Graham Norton Show episode that we did not quite finish late yesterday morning, and then we watched Tales of the Unexpected ─ the premiere episode ("The Man from the South") of season or series one.
It was nice seeing a young, handsome Michael Ontkean again. I became very familiar with him in the old TV series The Rookies. I have to admit being surprised that he turned 80 years old back in January!
As for the episode itself, both my brother and I remember the story, whether or not we actually ever saw this interpretation of it. For myself, I couldn't quite remember how it was going to turn out. If you want to watch the episode, the entire series seems available here at Archive.org.
My brother returned to his bedroom for further bed rest following the episode, and I was back to bed for my needed nap very early into the noon hour.
After a little sleep, I checked the time ─ was it 1:18 p.m.? I forget now, but what I remember is that it took me eight minutes before I managed to pull myself from bed. By then, my wife must have been up for some time. She tends to have Wednesdays as a day off work at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.
Right now it is 3:29 p.m. and I am going to take my blogging break. It seems that my brother only used the string trimmer, whether the Weedwacker or whatever it is we have. So the lawn has yet to be mowed. I guess that's on his agenda for tomorrow. Of primary importance for him today was to get away for a bus before mid-afternoon to take him social drinking.
Since my wife's bedroom is unavailable for any afternoon exercising, that half hour session is off for today. She will undoubtedly be leaving us in the late afternoon (or earliest evening) to go socializing and will not likely be back until early Friday afternoon at earliest, but the late afternoon is too late for my exercising purposes ─ I have my bit of drinking and three T.V. shows to begin watching.
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My wife didn't head away until around 6 p.m. By then she had supplied me with a good supper, my second and final meal of the day.
At her departure I wasted scant time in pouring myself a dozen ounces of red wine into a glass tumbler and then tuning in here on my bedside computer the T.V. series Vegas ─ episode three ("All That Glitters") of the first season. My source was at TVSeries.video.
A very good episode ─ I enjoyed it throughout. And I was pleased with myself at the show's conclusion that I was able to identify Bobby Rydell as the artist singing "Volare".
Regardless, the show was done by 6:54 p.m.
Next up was The Gifted ─ episode 12 ("hoMe") of season two. My source was again at M4uFree.cx, and the show was done by 7:54 p.m.
The four young female actresses playing the four lead mutants sure do keep me interested!
What I planned on being my third and final show this evening ─ as well as a can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol), just as I had enjoyed with The Gifted ─ was The Alienist. Specifically, episode seven ("Last Exit to Brooklyn") of season two. For the third time this evening, my source was to be at M4uFree.cx.
Just yesterday I had watched an episode of Black Mirror that featured actress Rosy McEwen portraying a similarly violent mentally ill character. In this particular season on The Alienist, she has a lead role as a hopelessly insane murderess who even kills babies, and who is involved with a local crime boss who delights in suckling from her lactating breasts.
I am unsure of why I just happened to be exposed to this actress who resembles (to me) Nicole Kidman in such weird roles in coincidental fashion, but it is bizarrely intriguing ─ especially since I am possessed of unrequitedly lactophilic yearnings that are impossible for me to ever realize
Why did I diverge into this aside? I do not know. It ends here.
The episode was done by 9:05 p.m., and at such a fabulous cliffhanger conclusion! I am not impressed with the man Moore that the villainess actually physically overcame him in a brawl despite he tackling her before she was able to shoot Sara. But she certainly did impress me by doing so!
I am undeniably ... well, rather unnatural.
Notwithstanding ... and moving on ... I decided next to take the 15 or so minutes to brush my teeth, after which I realized that my brother was evidently downstairs watching T.V. with Bev. Did he show up while I was brushing? Or did he do so during The Alienist, and maybe had passed out and I did not ken that he was home?
Whatever. The thing here is that I was in no state to just be going to bed, particularly knowing that my wife was going to be a no-show. The consequence to that was a sitcom ─ and half a darned good shot of Johnnie Walker Red Label Blended Scotch Whisky (40% alcohol).
I drew the drab to last me through Trollied ─ episode seven ("Gavin's Night Out") of the first season. I am continually impressed how much actress Jane Hancocks allures me as her character Julie ─ she's like a sexually subdued woman set to erupt all over some lucky guy, and I'd love to be that recipient.
Yeah, I'm certainly weird.
My source for the episode was at GoWatchSeries.lol.
'Tis late enough ─ time to start shutting down everything on my computer that needs it, and then getting to bed, for it is presently 11:20 p.m.
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