The devil did indeed put my idle fingers to work last evening, and all it took was having my infernal youngest stepson take occupation of the bathroom before I was able to have a final use of it and get to bed.
My wife had even gotten home.
Sure, it's my moral weakness at full fault, but the last thing I need in my state are impediments such as this.
I have to live free of everyone ─ I cannot have my life limited and adversely influenced as it is here. I need financial independence to successfully achieve this freedom, however, and my time seems about run out.
I can't recall if it was around 1:30 a.m. that I got to bed last night, or more like 2:30 a.m. There seemed no sense in setting my cellphone alarm for 6 a.m., but on the chance that I might somehow salvage my morning and still manage to have my early backyard tool shed exercise session, I set the alarm for 7 a.m.
I got to sleep. And then eventually I noticed that it was fairly light outside, so I checked the time ─ it was something like 5:52 a.m. For an instant I nearly sought a return to sleep, but it struck me that I did not feel notably worse than I usually do when I get up at 6 a.m., so I decided that I would seize the opportunity.
I even watered the front yard garden areas, a half hour chore, before having my mug of instant coffee with which to wash down an aspirin.
Then I went out and had to tool shed exercise, managing to open with two pull-ups in the first set; but the other five sets of pull-ups and chin-ups only resulted in a single repetition in each. Then I tackled the squat work to strengthen my crippled right leg.
Back in the house, I dished up my day's first meal ─ more than I wanted, but my wife is accumulating so much fare that she has brought home from the Thai restaurant where she works part-time that I felt honour-bound to try and reduce what's there ─ no one else seems willing or interested.
I ate the meal upstairs here at my bedside computer; and then just after 9 a.m. I hobbled back downstairs and claimed the T.V., since my younger brother had failed to do so by that hour.
He did emerge from his bedroom around 9:10 a.m., perhaps, but it was too late for him to watch any of his usual news programme propaganda. I was all set to use our R69 Plus Android 14 TV Box to play a 24-minute (24:06) video uploaded earlier today to YouTube's Moose on the Loose channel: EXCLUSIVE: The Timeline Doesn’t Lie… What Carney Is Doing Is Unbelievable.
What a wretched shame that this podcaster's extremely hard work will be ignored by all Canadian law enforcement.
Then I tuned in the three latest and very short videos at Rumble's Truths Unlimited channel:
🞉 There's over 18,000 people on the TERROR watchlist who came thru our borders & we don’t know where they are (3:41) Published yesterday
.. thanks to Biden and his administration. This is diabolical 🫣
SOURCE: https://x.com/TheSeventhVial/status/2052912783092486190
🞉 Sidney Powell blows the lid off stolen 2020 election. "There is so much evidence!" (2:34) Published earlier today
From Dominion switching votes, to foreign connections going all the way back to Smartmatic. These judges and DAs never even looked at any evidence, they were compromised from the start.
The CIA knew what these machines were capable of and brushed it under the rug to control election outcomes.
🞉 Where is Liz Cheney these days? Flashback to Jan 6... (2:11) Published earlier today
Liz Cheney's X account unattended for awhile: https://x.com/Liz_Cheney
The damning documents released by the House Judiciary Committee
CONFIRM: The Jan. 6 Committee — Liz Cheney and Bennie Thompson — covertly supplied Jack Smith with evidence — transcripts, interview documents, Meadows’ texts — to target Trump, while destroying and concealing evidence on their way out.
Jack Smith admitted during the House Judiciary Hearing that the January 6 Committee’s star witness, Cassidy Hutchinson, was not someone he ‘considered credible enough to put on the stand’. Yet, he still requested all of the Democrat-run January 6 Committee’s evidence gathered for its report, which features Hutchinson no fewer than 185 times.
Arrest them all. Arrest every single one of them for conspiracy to defraud the U.S. government and the American people.
Then we watched Riverdale. I meant for us to watch episode 18 ("Chapter Ninety-Four: Next to Normal") of season five, but it proved to be one of the musical episodes which ─ as far as we are concerned ─ completely destroys the credibility of the series. So I instead tuned in episode 19 ("Chapter Ninety-Five: Riverdale: RIP (?)"), only now realizing that it was the season five finale episode.
When that show was over, I resorted to our T95Q Android 9 TV Box and the USB drive or stick inserted into it, and we watched a 2006 documentary titled Who Killed Dr Bogle and Mrs Chandler?
I have no idea now what my download source was, unfortunately. I took no note.
My brother thereafter returned to his bedroom for further bed rest, and I doubt I was seeking my nap too much into the noon hour.
My wife had another full workday today, emerging from her bedroom nigh 9:45 a.m., but managing a fast shower and getting on her way before 10:10 a.m., I would say.
The day has been primarily sunny, but I still have yet to seek my first sunning session of the year. I think by now I would have already been sunning if only Bev was not parked downstairs on the chesterfield monitoring the entire stairway to the bedrooms, as well as the small hallway right up to the bathroom door at the end of the hallway.
If only there was some other access to the backyard from up here!
Right now it is 4:11 p.m. and I am going to take my blogging break. I ate such a large first meal today that I have no true interest in my second and final meal, but I will gather up something of scant consequence to my system.
I also want to watch some T.V. shows here on my bedside computer so I can do a little drinking before bedtime, but I will complete this post and then publish it in the latter evening.
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First up to watch ─ along with a can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) ─ was Ragnarok. This time, episode three ("Jutulheim") of the first season. My source was at this BiliBili.tv link.
Intriguing ─ especially the arm-wrestling scene near the episode's end. And that end came at 6:20 p.m.
My next show as FBI ─ episode three ("Boy Scout") of season eight. My source for this one was at M4uFree.cx.
It was definitely good, but not the sort of fodder I find inspirational. I had a second can of beer during the show, which was over by 7:22 p.m.
The show I decided to make my final this evening was Teen Wolf ─ episode two ("Second Chance at First Line") of the first season. My source was again at M4uFree.cx. The video was a bit 'jumpy', but it played through.
I remember saying in a previous post how much I unexpectedly enjoyed the pilot episode, and I find my enthusiasm carrying through. The acting is really good, and the characters interesting and pretty much likeable.
I had no idea until this episode that the handsome and mysterious senior figure who kept appearing with glowering warnings to the two main teen characters was actually the same ─ but younger actor (Tyler Hoechlin) ─ who later played Superman in Superman & Lois. In Teen Wolf thus far, the actor hadn't muscled up quite as much. Or else they're faking his musculature a lot as Superman.
I poured myself a dozen (minimum) ounces of Domaine d'Or red wine (12% alcohol) with which to enjoy the show, but in doing so I had to empty the last of what remained in the four-litre box in my wife's bedroom, and I broached one of the two fresh boxes in my own bedroom. I probably only needed about two ounces.
The episode was done by 8:38 p.m., and my glass of wine before that (despite a little moderation).
Right now it is 9:08 p.m. and I am going to commence finishing up whatever I need completing as I close browsers and their tabs on my computer, for I would like to be to bed before my wife is home from work. If she needs wine, she can sneak into my bedroom after she is home.
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