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.