Another unintended late evening yesterday kept me from not daring to set my cellphone alarm for 3 a.m. so that I could make that two-mile round trip hobble to deposit cash into my financial institution's nearest ATM.
Instead I set my alarm for 6 a.m., as has become my norm. Yet there were maybe four times ─ if not more ─ in the night when I was awake and aware that I felt myself capable of getting up if I needed to, but I also knew that I could easily return to sleep. So I chose sleep, since I am so poor at it.
When my 6 a.m. alarm finally sounded, I was to find that my bedding up where it would have been around my shoulders and head was markedly damp, as if I had been feverish during the night.
I had never needed to rise to use the toilet.
It was another typical morning. Around 7:38 a.m. when I headed out to the backyard tool shed for my usual 15 minutes of exercising there, the brilliant blue sky betokened a clear, sunny day. At least it is still pleasantly cool that early.
For the third consecutive morning I was able to open the six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups with three pull-ups in that first set, but the other five sets each contained a mere single repetition. Then I got at the squat work to strengthen my crippled right knee and thigh.
I was back into the house ahead of 8 a.m. to gather together my day's first meal, which seemed to me to be light, but for some reason it weighed heavily once eaten. It is as if my stomach rebels at containing anything of substance whatsoever.
At 9 a.m. my brother had yet to emerge from his bedroom, so I hobbled back downstairs and laid my claim to the T.V., turning on both Android TV Boxes.
My brother did seem to be moving about in his bedroom, but then I believe he must have opted to shower before commencing his morning. He never came downstairs until nigh 9:20 a.m.
At that point I had been waiting and was all set to play (via our R69 Plus Android 14 TV Box) a 45-minute (45:26) video streamed yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: Fake News, Fake Smear Against BC Conservative, Kerry Lynne Findlay.
Phony Smear Media Scare Tactics Are a Fail against Kerry-Lynne. Rob Shaw and Jas Johal almost gleefully reporting:
From X : Business in Vancouver reported a complaint to Elections Canada claiming Findlay's team accepted $75,000 in undeclared corporate services and used about 50 foreign nationals without legal status to canvass in her lost South Surrey-White Rock race. Her campaign denied the unverified claims, calling them a smear from rivals timed to disrupt the leadership contest starting Friday. The BC Conservative Party is reviewing the matter internally amid a tight five-way race, with voting set for May 23-29 and results on May 30.
Anita first had on Chris Dyson, campaign manager for Kerry-Lynne Findlay, one of about five people vying for B.C. Conservative Party leadership. Then Anita played an earlier very short interview she had with Jordan Kealy, the Independent MLA for Peace River North who maintains that he would rejoin the Conservative Party if Kerry-Lynn wins the leadership bid.
Next I played an 11½-minute (11:35) video published yesterday to Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel: Morally Obligatory To Spread Alpha-Gal So Humans Are Allergic To Red Meat Says Peer Reviewed Paper.
"It's Morally Obligatory To Spread Tick Borne Illness Alpha-Gal So Humans Become Allergic To Red Meat" According To A REAL Peer Reviewed Paper From A Year Ago. Welcome To Planet Hell.
(I show the paper, the authors, and some videos.)
We then watched Soldier Soldier ─ the premiere episode ("A Man's Life") of season or series two. I believe my source was this August 20, 2025, upload to YouTube's Nullify channel: Soldier Soldier | Season 2 Episode 1: A Man’s Life 🎖️ | Classic British Drama.
After that I switched over to our T95Q Android 9 TV Box and the USB drive or stick inserted into it, and we started on a very long documentary that we only got something over 25 minutes into before my brother announced his need to return to his bedroom for further bed rest.
It was around 12:15 p.m. before I knew it and had gotten to bed for my nap, rising a little over an hour later. Apparently my brother had already gone for a bus to take him wherever he was going to be social drinking.
I might have finally gotten in my first session of sunning, but I was feeling ill-rested and did not have the fortitude to be hobbling down the stairs in full view of Bev parked on the chesterfield in the living room. Besides, at the time I did not know that my brother was already gone.
Instead I commenced work on this post. At 2:13 p.m., I heard my wife come into the house ─ she had been away since late Wednesday afternoon. She would be having to work the latter part of today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, and thus it was that she exited the front door at 3:17 p.m.
Not once did she address me, here where I sat at my bedside computer mostly blogging.
I wonder why God never snuffed me long ago? I had always thought there was a purpose for me ─ that I would in one fashion or another be something of an heroic figure in these days leading towards the Biblical time of the Book of Revelation.
Instead I am a prisoner of huge debt I allowed myself to incur because of weakness against my wife's grasping, and an impotent 76-year-old cripple to boot. I am also shacked here in this house that has become my prison due to familial responsibility, having title of the house in my name alone even though my brother has greater than a 50% ownership (he originally paid a $50,000 down-payment for its purchase). So I am stuck here having to ensure the fortnightly mortgage is paid each two weeks, along with so much more ─ it's all too bloody complicated to explain. Suffice to say that the sole way I can ever leave here alive would be if I won a major lottery and could make good financially to one and all for my departure, for I am the only one who wants free of living here.
I am finished, a helpless sitting duck waiting for the end.
Well, since my wife's bedroom is now free for me to have some exercise in (my own bedroom has no space ─ I cannot even easily just lie on the floor), I am going to break from blogging now at 3:32 p.m., and will finish up the post later in the evening.
Possibly I may actually manage to rise early enough overnight to make that hobble to have that ATM deposit accomplished.
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First I was to watch The Crow: Stairway to Heaven ─ episode three ("Get a Life") of the first and only season. The entire premise of the series is utter rot, but the episodes' stories tend to be interesting enough.
My source was published June 1, 2022, to BitChute's WizardChrisGaylord channel: The CROW (Stairway to Heaven) - Ep. 03 - Get a Life. That specific channel has the entire series on offer, I believe ─ should you be interested.
The handsome long-haired lead actor (Mark Dacascos) is now 62 years old ─ time does its thing, doesn't it?
A can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) was devoted to the episode, as was a second can to the show that followed.
To my delight, the second show was Ragnarok ─ episode four ("Ginnungagap") of the first season. My source was at this BiliBili.tv link ─ all of the episodes may be available at that website.
I am truly enjoying this series!
The episode was done by 7:08 p.m., at which point I decided to brush my teeth before watching something further. This chore can take 15 minutes.
That then done, I tuned in FBI ─ episode four ("Manifest") of season eight. My source was at TVSeries.video.
It was very exciting and dramatic. However, did the writers intentionally make it obvious for the viewer to almost immediately identify that the killer on the plane was the whitish-haired frail dude with the walking cane? How did none of the law enforcement pick up on it? I'm sure I'm no no criminal genius, but I've seen this ploy often enough before in movies and T.V.
The show was done by 8:29 p.m., along with a dozen ounces of Domaine d'Or red wine (12%) in a glass tumbler.
A look at the time was obvious ─ no way I could go to bed. I would have my first stretch of wakefulness into the midnight hour, most likely ─ it I slept that long, even.
So mulling it over as to what I might drink, I poured possibly as much as seven ounces more of wine and tuned in the so-called sitcom Entourage ─ episode one ("The Boys Are Back in Town") of season two. My source was at M4uFree.cx.
I despise these four main idiots ─ the sexually, financially immoral bastards who have never had to find a way through life like the rest of us. I'm only watching because Gal Godot is supposed to appear in the series for a solitary episode, but I had no idea this catastrophe of a series lasted eight bloody seasons ─ HOW?
At least the present episode I watched was done by 9:30 p.m.
I am now going to start shutting down everything I need to here on my computer and get to bed, for it is 10 p.m. Maybe I won't be getting up even by 4 a.m., but that is when I will set my cellphone alarm for.
Anyway, so much for today.
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