Black Mirror Reverie

The plan was to rise at 3:30 a.m. overnight, so last evening I got to bed not too very long after 9:30 p.m. with my cellphone alarm set. I wanted to get up and to hobble the two-mile round trip to deposit a cheque at my financial institution's nearest ATM because I am ashamed to be afoot publicly now that I am as crippled as I have become.

At least at darkest night few people would likely be out to notice me, so I would have considerable anonymity.

After getting to sleep and then waking on occasion and seeking sleep again, and feeling rather overheated and maybe even a little damp from light perspiration, I was having an especially difficult time finding more sleep, so I rose to use the toilet and rid myself of a little building urinary urgency.

At returning to my bedroom, I checked the time and saw it to be something like 1:38 a.m.

It was still a little difficult gaining sleep again, but evidently it did happen, and once more I decided to check the time ─ surely 3:30 a.m. was near? Well, it was something like 4:11 a.m.

What? How?

I checked my cellphone alarm ... and saw that I had stupidly set it for 6:30 a.m. My outing had been sabotaged by myself. It was too late to be rising, for I would be unlikely to be on my way by 4:30 a.m., and already some public transit would soon be starting, and of course commuters would be accumulating out there as time passed.

Resigned to failure, I cancelled the alarm and reset it for 6 a.m. to have my usual morning.

The thing about spending so much time in bed is how much dreaming I seem to engage. One involved my father, who died back in 1983. I don't recall any of its details, but it was pleasant enough having that involvement with him again even if it was only imaginary.

And thus it was that 6 a.m. arrived and I began my usual morning. Since we are into a string of days with the possibility of a little precipitation, I am not feeling obligated to water the garden plants outside.

I suppose that it must have been around 7:50 a.m. by the time I was out to the backyard tool shed for my 15 minutes of exercise, and I did actually feel the faintest suggestion of a fine rain drop a few times when crossing the lawn.

Note that I precede exiting the house for the walk to the tool shed, by engaging a set of 10 slow push-ups that have me lower myself until thighs, belly, chest, and chin just brush the floor before I elevate to locked-out arms. The tenth push-up is about all I can manage.

As for the shed, my performance was usual: two pull-ups in the first set, and just one repetition in the next five sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, with a 40-count dead hang after completing the final one between the two bars of the child's metal ladder to a long-gone slide, and which is stretched across some roof rafters.

The squat work to strengthen my damaged knee and lower quadriceps came next.

Back in the house I fixed up my day's first meal and had that to eat here at my bedside computer.

My younger brother emerged from his bedroom towards 8:30 a.m. for his T.V. news and some instant coffee. I waited until shortly past 9 a.m. before joining him.

Soon enough I got invited to begin operation of our R69 Plus Android 14 TV Box, and so I started us off with a 49-minute (49:04) video streamed yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: Media Painting a Bogus Picture...Again.

We'll talk about the allegations against MLA Jordan Kealy, plus debrief what happened to me on Saturday night.

Then I tuned in The Sinner ─ episode three of season two. And after it, I switched over to the USB drive in our T95Q Android 9 TV Box and we watched the first 31 or so minutes of the premiere episode of a British police series new to us (but begun over 20 years ago), but I won't comment on it until we have watched the full episode.

My brother then returned to his bedroom for further bed rest, and I was to bed for my nap ─ maybe around 12:15 p.m. at latest. And although I rose again before 1:30 p.m., my brother had evidently already left to catch a bus and go social drinking.

Despite the overcast day, I have noticed no further sign of rain, and at times I did see short sunny breaks. And people are in tee shirts, so it's obviously warm enough out there.

Normally my wife shows up in the early afternoon after being away for two days, for she usually has to work the latter part of the day at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time. She shows up in something of a hurry, for she has to leave soon enough after 3 p.m. to get to work. But she did not make that appearance.

I waited until after 3:15 p.m. and then availed her bedroom and had a half hour light exercise session there.

Right now it is 5:04 p.m., so I am going to have my day's second and final meal, and then watch whatever three T.V. shows are next on my rotational list whilst doing some drinking.

I will finish up my post in the evening.

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Upon pouring myself a dozen or so ounces of Domaine d'Or red wine (12% alcohol), I tuned in The Guardian ─ episode 20 ("What It Means to You") of the second season. My source was at GOOJARA.to, although I could have watched it at this OK.ru link.

It was enjoyable throughout, as is typically the case with this series. 

It was over by 6:41 p.m., and a short time later I was quite sure that I heard my brother give a cough downstairs, which would mean that he had gotten home early from wherever he had gone to drink and was now with Bev in the living room where she is always watching our T.V.

However, a furtive glance below did not reveal him.

When I saw that my next show was to be Black Mirror, I felt only disappointment. The episodes tend to be not only lengthy, but they invariably end inconclusively or even with utmost dissatisfaction for this viewer.

The episode on the books was season seven's episode three ("Hotel Reverie") ─ and it was listed at my GOOJARA.to source as being nearly as long as a T.V. movie. In this instance, 1:17:39.

This was a dismaying revelation! I would need both cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) to get me through something as long as that. My only other option was to take my time with my one can of beer and then take the 15 or so minutes it requires to brush my teeth while I waded through the last of the show.

But I couldn't believe it ─ I loved this episode, aficionado of old and especially romantic movies that I tend to be. The era was around World War II ─ I am especially drawn to that period.

Thus, when my beer was done, I was too enthralled to dare distract myself by brushing my teeth ─ this episode was a treat. Nor did I need to justify the extra time with that second beer ─ I was deeply immersed into the show.

I should not be alive today. I do not belong in this world ... this time.

There was considerable emotion for me in the show, despite the lesbian connection pivotal to the entire plot. At least it was controlled and not openly broadcast for us to share in all of its detail. It really was more of a connection between two people, and sex was not displayed nor even the primary of most such telecast fictions.

And it was done by 8:14 p.m., even leaving me somewhat content with the conclusion.

My endurance over that undesirably long episode meant one final show to allow my second and final can of beer. 'Twas Psych ─ episode five ("9 Lives") of the first season. With such good success to this point in the evening, my source choice again was GOOJARA.to and it did not fail.

My rating for the evening gave Black Mirror first place ─ I am unsure if I have ever felt so inclined; The Guardian came second, and Psych of course last, for it brings no emotional connection beyond anyone's response to farce.

The episode was done by 9:34 p.m.

And my brother arrived home at 9:56 p.m.

I took the time to finally brush my teeth, for I had no plans to be rising unusually early. Tomorrow will be largely a day that ─ if I adhere to the programme ─ will see me ingest no food until after 6 p.m., though I expect I will begin some drinking before that; but I will have no caffeine at all tomorrow, and thus I will be foggy or dull the day through.

Right now it is 10:41 p.m. and time for me to commence closing up everything I have open on my computer and then to get to bed. As yet my wife has not come home from her evening of work.