Roughness

I was to bed last evening somewhere in between 10:30 and 11 p.m., but I was still desirous of more time in bed when my 6 a.m. cellphone alarm chimed this morning.

I fully believed that I would be either visiting a pharmacy or else the grocery store when both opened at 8 a.m. ─ they are nearby one another, a round trip hobble of about a mile. But I became more and more concerned about my financial status and the annual home insurance billing due for payment June 14 on top of my fortnightly mortgage payment worries ─ and I also correctly believed that my younger brother would be making a beer run early this afternoon to the government liquor store two miles away, and I wanted inclusion in that outing. 

Since I wanted to buy another two dozen cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) and a four-litre box of Domaine d'Or red wine, that in itself was going to cost me $84.10.

The conclusion to this is that I fretted myself out of the early hobble to either the drug store or the grocery store ─ that dismissal was made the easier by a brilliantly sunny morning. How I miss having late dark mornings!

By the time I reached that decision to cancel the early outing, I saw myself with no option but to have my usual backyard tool shed exercise session. It was to prove as usual where the six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups were concerned: two pull-ups in the first set, and then just one repetition in each of the other five sets.

And naturally, I also did the squat work to strengthen my crippled right leg.

It was just after 8 a.m. when I came back into the house. I dished up my day's first small meal, and brought that upstairs here to eat here at my bedside computer.

When 9 a.m. rolled around, I could hear my brother stirring in his bedroom, so that galvanized me to hobble downstairs to take possession of the T.V. By the time he came forth, I was all set with our R69 Plus Android 14 TV Box to play a 10-minute (10:05) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: Did he just send Canada's Climate Minister into Panic Mode?!

The phony 'Climate Minister' is Julie Dabrusin.

Next I tuned in two videos that has both been uploaded May 13 to YouTube's Viva Frei channel:

🞇 The Truth About the Hantavirus Breakout! With Computational Biologist Dr. Jessica Rose, PhD (16:69)

🞇 What Are Endocrine Disruptors? Microplastics Are DESTROYING Our Bodies! w/ PhD Jessica Rose (20:56)

After those I tuned in The Night Agent ─ episode two ("Redial") of the first season. I had a hunch what would happen when the episode was done ─ my brother requested episode three ("The Zookeeper") as well. This suited me because I doubted he would much appreciate what I planned on playing next, for it would have seemed dull by comparison to The Night Agent.

My brother returned to his bedroom for further bed rest, but I dared not seek a nap, so I simply lay in my bed fully clothed with my bedroom door ajar to best hear when there was activity again by my brother, for he had confirmed the liquor store trip before he went upstairs to his bedroom.

My wife had a full workday today, and did not emerge from her bedroom until at least 9:45 a.m., so she had to hurry in readying for her rather long and sunny drive to the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time. It was around 10:10 a.m. when she left us.

There would be no afternoon exercise session in her bedroom for me because this was a bath day, and that chore takes me an hour from the time I step into the bathroom until I exit it. I had thought maybe there might actually be sufficient time for the half hour of exercise if I cared to dare it, but I managed to fritter away that window of time.

Incidentally, stripped naked for my bath I weighed around 184 pounds; mid-afternoon yesterday I was no worse than 181 pounds.

I don't get it.

Anyway, somehow right now it is 6:01 p.m., so I am breaking to watch my usual total of three T.V. shows here on my bedside computer; I will finish and publish this post in the latter evening.

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With a can of beer for enhancement, I tuned in The Expanse ─ episode eight ("Pyre") of season two. My source was at TVSeries.video.

It was good; and I vaguely remember something of it back pre-COVID when I used to watch shows with my brother late into the evenings while drinking together. All I can remember is the bit about little Mei who was thought to be killed when battle debris fell onto an environmentally-contained research station off in space.

The show was over by 6:56 p.m.

Next up ─ along with another can of beer ─ was Stargirl. This time episode three ("Summer School: Chapter Three") of season two. Again, my source was at TVSeries.video.

When I saw that this series was next on my rotational roster of shows I watch here in my bedroom, I felt more uplift than I did over The Expanse ─ actually, I felt nothing for The Expanse because it's just too impossibly futuristic and complicated. Stargirl is more relevant, even if ludicrously fantastic.

Anyway, it was done by 7:58 p.m.

Before starting my third show, my brother arrived home from wherever he had bused in the early afternoon to social drink ─ he left very soon after our liquor store trip together.

I decided to take the 15 minutes or so to brush my teeth and get that chore over with. 

My final show was new to me ─ and longer than I was prepared for with a mere 12 ounces of red wine in a glass tumbler, for the show exceeded 1⅔ hours. I am speaking of Necessary Roughness ─ the pilot episode of season one.

This was really good! Not Friday Nights Lights good, but still very good!

Actress Callie Thorne was familiar to me, but I just couldn't place her ─ it seemed like from a sitcom. However, now I suspect that it was the series Rescue Me.

My source was yet again TVSeries.video. And somehow, my tumbler of wine lasted me without using discipline, which I did not expect ─ I thought maybe I would have to extend things with some hard liquor, a little of which I do have on hand.

It was all done by 9:46 p.m.

Right now it is 10:31 p.m. and I am going to publish this, and then start closing down everything I need to before shutting down my computer and getting to bed. As yet my wife has not returned home ─ I think that she usually has a full day scheduled for Mondays. And tomorrow is a statutory holiday (Victoria Day), so maybe the restaurant will be even busier than usual ─ I have no idea, though.