Painfully Clear

I could have been to bed ahead of 10 p.m. last evening, but my youngest stepson had taken up occupation of the bathroom, thereby denying me relief ere getting to bed. He seemed to waste 15-20 minutes and then he had a shower.

I got so involved in wasting my own time waiting him out that it was 10:30 p.m. before I got to bed, so I think that I set my cellphone alarm for 3:30 a.m., still considering a visit to the elementary school playground overnight for some exercise.

Ultimately, though, I was to choose to stick with my usual regimen of rising at 6 a.m. because I was almost certain that my younger brother would be making a 'beer run' in the early afternoon, and I wanted inclusion ─ without a decent night's sleep, I mightn't feel able to refrain from a midday nap that would exclude me from the visit to the government liquor store two miles away.

I was to have no difficulty remaining in bed until 6 a.m. Sure, I was occasionally awake, but never uncomfortable, so obviously I needed the rest.

After rising at 6 a.m. I was to put in some work on our R69 Plus Android 14 TV Box. Then after finishing drinking my mug of instant coffee, I visited the backyard tool shed for the usual half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, managing to open with two pull-ups in that first set ─ the other five sets were the usual single repetition; and of course I tackled the squat work to strengthen my crippled right leg.

Once done, I watered the backyard garden plants.

And thereafter back in the house I forwent gathering up anything for a meal. I just spent time here at my bedside computer until 9 a.m. My brother had not yet emerged from his bedroom, so I hobbled back downstairs and took control of the T.V., taking it over with the Android TV Box and tuning in a 2½-hour (2:34:13) video published yesterday to Rumble's Tucker Carlson channel: Rep. Thomas Massie: Battling the Treachery of Trump’s Republican Party, AIPAC, and the Epstein Class.

Thirteen days from now, Thomas Massie will prove whether or not pro-American politics are allowed in Donald Trump’s Republican Party.

U.S. Representative Thomas Massie entered Congress in November 2012 after serving as Lewis County Judge Executive. He represents Kentucky’s 4th Congressional District which stretches across Northern Kentucky.
www.thomasmassie.com

I had already seen that Thomas Massie did not appear for the interview until after 40 minutes of Tucker's monologuing, so I let the video play from the start; and then after my brother joined me in a few minutes time, I advanced to the 40-or-so-minute mark, and carried on from there.

Originally I had planned to halt the video around 10 a.m. or even after the first hour of Thomas Massie and then watch the remainder of the video tomorrow. However, my brother was often absent as he fussed about with the laundry facilities, for Friday mornings tend to be his laundry day.

Thus, I just let the video keep playing, and we were never to watch anything else.

My brother returned to his bedroom ahead of 11:30 a.m., confirming that he intended the liquor store run.

I soon enough was to my own bed, just doing my best to rest deeply and not seek sleep. My wife rose for the day soon after I was back to bed.

My brother and I made the trip, and I bought two four-litre boxes of Domaine d'Or red wine for a total of $80.68. I still had 30 cans of beer in supply ─ it was only the wine that was of concern now that my wife seems to rely upon my supply when she's home, and not buying her own.

But that's okay ─ I don't mind.

My brother was only home a few minutes and then he left on foot for a bus to go social drinking this overcast day. I have had to close my bedroom window due to a chilly breeze making the room unpleasant.

I did have a light early afternoon meal that my wife dished out for me, incidentally, for she got involved in some cooking. Then very soon past 3 p.m. she left on her fairly long drive to work the latter part of the day at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

She had said naught to me ere departing, but I decided to dare use of her vacant bedroom for some light exercise. I entered therein and shut the door, but there was no vitality within me; and even my light meal seemed to lay heavy within me, a burden unwelcome for any physical effort.

I surrendered to my lassitude and returned here to my own bedroom and my bedside computer. But quite quickly I became seized with a virtually overwhelming weariness such that I felt it needful to seek my bed ─ despite initially believing that I would indulge in some drinking and watch my usual three T.V. shows here on my computer, and thereafter truly go to bed properly.

And so I lay nearly helpless to this peculiar state that had overtaken me, even the earlier light meal feeling inimical to my system.

I sank into a torpor, and remained so for possibly at least 45 minutes, if not even an hour.

At last rallying, and faced with a Sabbath fast come dark that would be somewhat observed, I braved the hobble downstairs to the kitchen for some sustenance to tide me through the bulk of tomorrow.

I only meant the lightest of fare, but I discovered there to be a number of containers of partial dishes my wife had brought home from the restaurant primarily, and I felt compelled ─ obligated ─ to empty out a couple of these and thereby clear some space, for quite likely my wife will bring home even more tonight and thus if I do not perform my part today, then everything would be remaining in the fridge for another day.

I seem to be the only person in this household who will reliably consume rather than allow food to waste.

So I ate; and here it is now 4:56 p.m., and I am set to commence watching my shows and indulging in some drinking, thereby more effectively losing myself in the fiction of that which will be entertaining me the next several hours before a proper bedtime.

I shall conclude this post in the latter evening.

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My first show was to be Legacies ─ episode seven ("It Will All Be Painfully Clear Soon Enough") of season two. My source was at 1Moviesz.to. I neglected to immediately take note of when it concluded, but I doubt that it was later than 6:06 p.m.

One can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) was adequate for the episode, which was quite good. I never tire of looking at the three main beautiful young actresses, either.

Next up was Harlots ─ episode six of season three. The write-up is false, however: "Jack is kidnapped and is being held by slavers bound for America and soon Harriet joins him and other kidnap victims."

Boxer Jack ─ a Black man ─ is indeed kidnapped in plain sight; but his lover ─ Black woman Harriet ─ has not joined him and whatever other kidnap victims there may be. No one yet knows where Jack is being held. This is clearly an overlap with what is likely to occur in the next episode.

This time my source was at this OK.ru link, and I had my second beer.

The episode was most dramatic indeed ─ so much intrigue and exciting drama! And it was all done by 7:17 p.m.

To my delight, The 100 was up next ─ episode six ("Nakara") of season seven. My source was at M4uFree.cx.

Damn, this was exciting! I had poured myself a dozen ─ the final draining ─ ounces from my four-litre box of Chile's Vivo Reserva white wine (12½% alcohol). It was done with only a few minutes to go, but I did not research that ─ I only knew that I needed more to drink.

So I paused the fabulous episode and visited my wife's bedroom where I availed myself of a dozen ounces of the four-litre box of Domaine d'Or (12% alcohol) that she had usurped from me some days ─ maybe even a week ─ ago.

I was to discover that I only had two or so minutes remaining in the episode, and it was done by 8:40 p.m.

Well, there was naught to do but watch something further ─ a sitcom, I decided.

And thus Victorious ─ episode 11 ("The Great Ping-Pong Scam") of the first season. My source was at 1Moviesz.to.

Oh, I grant that I was hardly exuberant that I would be expending so much wine on such a short show, but I didn't want to be sitting up all bloody evening. I still had to spend a quarter hour brushing my teeth.

But I do very much enjoy the series once I get into an episode, and this was early immediate. Young actress Victoria Justice is definitely growing on me, but it's Ariana Grande that has me hooked.

I wonder if the producers would have changed anything around if they knew how popular Ariana would become?

I do dig skinny-legged actress Victoria, and certainly muscular-legged Ariana, but I kind of like Elizabeth Gillies in her dark Jade persona.

The show was done by 9:30 p.m., and not much after my brother arrived home.

At this point it is 10 p.m., so I am going to publish this post and then brush my teeth so that I can get to bed ─ that'll take a quarter hour or more. My wife may have a full workday tomorrow ─ I don't know. If she does, then she should be home from any point now.