The Aliencist 𝓛𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓸𝓹𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓪

My wife got home around 10 p.m. last evening. And although I may not have gotten to bed until after 10:30 p.m., she and I never communicated.

My cellphone alarm was set for 6 a.m. this morning, but when it sounded and I turned it off, I opted to remain in bed. I had decided that I would fast until after 6 p.m., including taking no coffee, so the prospect of not having that boost made getting up exclusively unattractive.

However, not a half hour later I had normalized too much to sleep and I thus decided to rise after all ─ I was even considering a morning backyard tool shed exercise session.

And indeed I was to soon enough have it ─ the usual six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, followed by the squat work to strengthen my crippled right leg. The six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups were unremarkable: two in the first set, and just one in each of the ensuing five sets. And since I am getting back into dead hangs, I held the dead hang of the final pull-up (between the two sides of the child's playground ladder) for a mere 30-count. I think that I made a 45-count yesterday morning.

As explained many times before, I have no chin-up bar to work with out in the shed. Instead I have an old metal ladder to a child's slide, and the ladder is stretched across roof rafters. It is high enough that I have to stand on a chair to reach it. And since the ladder's sides are quite thick by circumference or diameter compared to a chin-up bar, I cannot properly grip a side like I could a chin-up bar, virtually enveloping it with my hand. With the ladder's thicker sides, my hands largely cup overtop them, so I do not have the secure grip that a chin-up bar affords.

And so my generally poor performances out there.

We seemed to get quite a lot of rain overnight, and temperatures are relatively low. In the early morning, it is uncomfortable outside.

I noticed a recorded telephone message on our house phone (or landline) from the group we have as agents for our home insurance. The renewal due date is June 14, and the quoted coverage billing is $1,973.

If my wife repays me the $500 I stupidly e-Transferred her not a week ago when she phoned me one evening shortly after I had gone to bed ─ failing at that moment to realize that she was likely partying after work and/or at the casino nearby where she works ─ I might manage whatever my share of the coverage is going to be. I will still have to cover all of a $991.55 mortgage payment June 25, as well as a substantial amount of another such payment on June 11.

I don't want to talk about this now ─ it makes me feel unwell.

My younger brother emerged from his bedroom well past 8 a.m. to watch T.V. news programmes and have some instant coffee. I joined him for T.V. a few minutes past 9 a.m., but he never invited me to take over until 9:20 a.m., if not even a little later than that.

Powering on our R69 Plus Android 14 TV Box, I tuned in three fairly short videos ─ the three most recent at Rumble's Free Your Mind Videos channel, all of which had been published there earlier today.

🞇 Sleep Paralysis Demons: Who is the Old Hag? (20:51)

🞇 PSYCHIATRIST GOES ROGUE ON INTRINSIC CORRUPTION (9:52)

🞇 Israeli Military Medics Are Training On Dead Americans (14:14)

Next up was The Outpost ─ the premiere episode ("Someone Has to Rule") of season four. Always entertaining, and Jessica Greene is a feast for the eyes.

Then switching over to the T95Q Android 9 TV Box and the USB drive (or thumb drive) inserted into one of its two ports, we finished the last half hour (at most) of the video we never sat all the way through yesterday.

At over 1⅓ hours (1:24:08), the video had been streamed June 28, 2022, to Rumble's America's Untold Stories channel: Who is Ruth Paine Pt 2 w/ Max Good of The Assassination and Mrs Paine.

We continue our exploration of Ruth Paine and the JFK assassination joined by Max Good, the creator of The Assassination and Mrs Paine.

My brother actually returned to his bedroom for more rest after guest Max Good was released from further participation, and the two hosts got down to their usual time-wasting.

My wife was apparently only scheduled to work the latter part of the day, but she emerged from her bedroom around 11 a.m., if I am remembering correctly. While I was watching by myself the tail end of that last video, she went out front in her housecoat and started some gardening.

I think that I had just returned to my bed for my midday nap when she returned into the house. Apart from our initial exchange of "good morning" when she first came down the stairs, we were never to communicate further.

My nap ended when I checked the time around 12:58 p.m., which I thought to be excessively early. I remained here at my bedside computer while my wife bustled about; and then around 2 p.m. she seemed to leave.

Not knowing if she was only darting out on some errand, I never entered her bedroom for an afternoon light exercise session until around 3:30 p.m. If she has to work the latter part of the day at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, it opens at either 4 or 4:30 p.m. following a mid-afternoon closure, so my wife normally leaves here soon past 3 p.m. She would not return home following any errands if it was as late as 3:30 p.m.

I weighed myself after the exercise ─ stripped naked, I may have been as much as 181 pounds.The analogue scale reading fluctuates each time it is freshly stepped upon, but 181 pounds was the very most I possibly weighed. Likely I was even a bit under.

The day has been a mix of brilliant sunshine and heavy cloud, but I feel that we are done with any rain.

I still have no intention of eating until after 6 p.m., but I am not going to withstand a little drinking as I take my blogging break now to watch three T.V. shows here on my bedside computer. I will conclude and publish the post in the latter evening.

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With a can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) at hand, I started off with The Gifted ─ episode 11 ("meMento") of season two. My source was at M4uFree.cx.

I enjoy this series, and I particularly like the three actresses portraying three of the different beautiful regular characters. Depending on how a fourth actress proves herself who is also a regular character in the series, I may include her with the other three as actresses whose other work I will seek out.

But I have no intention to get into this at present.

The show was over by 6:09 p.m., but I opted to watch something else before having my day's only meal.

As it turned out, I compromised. With my second can of beer, I tuned in The Alienist ─ episode six ("Memento Mori") of season two. Again my source was at M4uFree.cx.

I could not catch the exact term that "the alienist" used when hearing of the male villain ("Goo Goo" Knox) suckling the milk from his lover Libby's milk-swollen breasts, but perhaps it was merely lactophilia.

I have never been involved with a breast-feeding woman on an intimate level, but I well understand the allure ─ I would easily succumb.

Anyway, I went through my can of beer rather quickly because I had decided that I would have my day's meal once 7 p.m. was surpassed. And so it went. I ate, and finished just as the show ended at 7:24 p.m.

At 7:42 p.m. at most, I heard my brother enter the house, home from wherever he had bused in the early afternoon to social drink.

At this point I took a break to brush my teeth, generally a 15-minute job. And when all done, I poured myself a dozen ounces of Domaine d'Or red wine (12% alcohol) into a glass tumbler and tuned in Superman & Lois ─ episode eight ("Guess Who's Coming to Dinner") of season three.

This time my source was at TVSeries.video, and the episode was over with by 9:31 p.m.

I was to discover the short hallway light on outside my bedroom door ─ my wife is almost always the one who turns it on and leaves it. But it was soon pretty clear that someone else was at fault.

I truly enjoy Superman & Lois, and I do not say that easily about any DC T.V. series.

I am going to publish this post and start shutting down the various browsers, tabs, and software I still have open, then I will be getting to bed. Right now it is 10:34 p.m., and I should be to bed by 10:45 p.m. at latest.

My wife is not yet home.