Best Laid Plans

I was awake when my 6 a.m. cellphone alarm chimed, but that does not mean I was keen to be rising. But water needed boiling on the stove downstairs for the mug of instant coffee that would wash down an aspirin and help me normalize enough for the backyard tool shed exercise session of maybe 15 minutes.

It was to prove typical: two pull-ups in the first set, then one repetition in each of the next five sets of pull-ups and chin-ups. Then came the squat work to try and strengthen my crippled right knee and lower quadriceps.

It was a couple of minutes past 8 a.m. when I was finished.

I had heard rain start up last night at some point after I had gone to bed, and there did seem possible traces of wet on our backyard sundeck railing. The morning was overcast enough, but betimes there was sunshine a lot such that people were not always wearing a jacket.

Anyway, once I was back in the house, I fixed up a light first meal of my day and I then ate that upstairs here at my bedside computer.

It was almost 8:30 a.m. before my younger brother emerged from his bedroom for his morning T.V. news and some coffee. I joined him just ahead of 9 a.m., and no later than 9:10 a.m. got his invitation to commence operation of our R69 Plus Android 14 TV Box.

I led us off with a 24½-minute (24:39) video uploaded May 31 to YouTube's Rebel News and Rebel News UK channels: London is Gone... 🇬🇧.

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There is no fixing this tragedy ... no going back. The West was invaded by invitation of its treasonous governments, and outside of God, only force and even violence can ever undo what has been wrought.

My brother and I watch plenty of older movies and T.V. shows from the U.K., and it's heartbreaking knowing that those old scenes of city, town, and even village life are impossible to experience any longer.

The next video was 32 minutes (32:20) and had been published two days ago to Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel: Google To Drop Millions Of INFECTED Mosquitos On Humanity If You Don't Say NO By June 5?

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Then I tuned in Star Trek: Discovery ─ episode 10 ("The Red Angel") of season two.

After that I switched over to our T95Q Android 9 TV Box and the USB drive inserted into it and we watched the final third of the downloaded video I mistakenly reported yesterday had only been half watched. It was The Avengers ─ episode five ("Death of a Batman") of season three.

If you are interested, you can watch the episode at this OK.ru link. However, I couldn't always follow what was going on, and the production was rather shabby. Also, it seems a cliche with the series that everything is resolved swiftly at the very end of the episode with little explanation of how.

I could nitpick further, but I haven't the time.

My brother returned to his bedroom for further bed rest once the show was done. Earlier, though, I asked him if everything was resolved concerning Bev's social assistance dilemma as reported in yesterday's post ─ did she really only need to turn in one of the Monthly Reports I had printed out for her yesterday?

Apparently she still has to supply a landlord's Shelter Information form. Since I would have to be absolutely batty to involve myself in anything like it, he figured that he would take the risk.

I had my nap ─ maybe I was in bed an hour or very little more, rising to find it unexpectedly sunny. My brother had not yet gone anywhere, and soon enough imposed upon me to print out the aforementioned Shelter Information form.

Evidently its submission would entail much more than could be accomplished this afternoon, so off he went to catch a bus so he could social drink somewhere.

I had been feeling some guilt for not sunning, but I honestly felt that I lacked the time. I want to try to rise at 3 a.m. overnight so that I can go and deposit a $360.78 cheque that my brother last night had left me to find early this morning ─ I am assuming that it is his monthly expenses reconciliation, but this is exceptionally large. We have our home insurance coming due June 14 ─ if somehow he thinks that this is his contribution, it just is not going to do.

So there will be a discussion tomorrow morning when he is sober.

As for the sunning, it actually clouded over quite a lot again. So the guilt was misplaced, I think.

Right now it is 4:27 p.m. and I am going to have a blogging break so I can have my day's second and final meal, then I will try and watch my usual three shows on the rotational list I keep so I can legitimize a little drinking.

I will conclude this post in the evening.

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I'm feeling uneasy, so as much as I love Friday Night Lights ─ it is presently my favourite T.V. series ─ I wasn't as elated as otherwise would have been the case to see that an episode was next in line for me to enjoy. This time it was episode 21 ("Best Laid Plans") of the first season. My source was at GOOJARA.to.

Despite being more uptight than I care to be, the episode was still intense for me, and emotion burned through. This series is fabulous!

I drank about a dozen ounces of Domaine d'Or red wine (12% alcohol), so that likely helped; and the show was done by 5:54 p.m.

I next watched Sight Unseen ─ episode five ("Girls Like Us") of season two. My source was at M4uFree.cx, and a can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) accompanied the episode.

The show was good, and I even felt touched with emotion towards the conclusion, but nothing can come near Friday Night Lights.

The episode was done by 7:06 p.m., at which point I decided to break long enough to brush my teeth (15 minutes) and mull if I should watch a usual third show.

And I decided to. Alas, however, it was the nearly hour-long The Handmaid's Tale ─ the premiere episode ("Morning") of season five. My source was at TVSeries.video.

I suppose that it was over no later than 8:56 p.m., and I had watched better than the first 18 minutes without drinking in order for my evening's second can of beer to be adequate.

The episode never evoked any emotion in me, but I do place it ahead of Sight Unseen for its great depth. Friday Night Lights cannot be easily touched, so once again that series tops my evening.

Quite early into the episode the old Everly Brothers hit "All I Have to Do Is Dream" played nearly in its totality, and I could not resist but singing aloud here in my contained wee bedroom as if I were again a younger man. I had no trouble with the words ─ I was in perfect recall.

Overall I did not like the episode because I do not much like June. She is unattractive, and I am sick of all of these damned closeups of her bug-eyed attempts to make her seem complex and near insane. She was called a coward by her confederates in this episode, but it is worse ─ she only cares about her own ends. All of these women took risks to help her slaughter Fred Waterford in the forest, but now she cannot be bothered helping any of them find justice and satisfaction in their own plights.

It was the same when she betrayed her fellow runaway handmaidens, watching two of them be thrown from a highrise because she would not say where the other group were hiding, nor would they betray their sisters. But as soon as her distant daughter was supposedly under threat, she gave up all of the others without a thought.

She only cares for her own selfish goals and needs. I despise how she uses her friends and those who trust and rely upon her.

I am wasting too much time. I will only say that my brother got back home during the episode. Right now it is 9:20 p.m., so I must start shutting down a whole lot here on my computer so that I can get to bed. Maybe I will set my alarm for 3:30 a.m., and not 3 a.m.