𝖠𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖲𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖧𝖾𝗅𝗅

It was another rather gruelling night as I dreamed abundantly in between bouts of awareness. I had gotten to bed last evening at exactly 11 p.m., yet when my 6 a.m. alarm chimed, my body did not want to leave my bed.

We had lots of rain after it was dark last evening and overnight ─ sunning weather is not yet here.

My first order of business this morning was to boil water for my mug of instant coffee to wash down an aspirin and to help me normalize. I took some material outside to the recycling wheelie bin, but failed to take note if my wife's car was here, for I had not heard her come home last night.

As I awaited the water's boiling, I stretched out on the chesterfield, and it was almost irresistibly delicious, easing out aches already accumulating ─ how is that even possible after having only gotten from my bed several minutes earlier?

After drinking my coffee here at my bedside computer, I believe that I was out to the backyard tool shed for my 15 minutes of exercising by around 7:30 a.m. First, though, I engaged the usual 10 slow full-range push-ups here in the house to help with my 'loosening'. My youngest stepson had risen earlier, so I had to perform them on the carpet and out of sight in the living room area. I correctly surmised that this was to be one of those days when he was to report in to the office instead of working at home as he normally does.

The shed exercising was the usual: two pull-ups in the first set, then just a single repetition in each of the five sets of pull-ups and chin-ups that followed, with a dead hang for at least a 40-count at the completion of the last pull-up. That was of course followed by the squat work to strengthen my crippled right knee and quadriceps.

Back in the house I did not immediately gather together my day's first meal, but soon enough I did do that. My stepson had left while I was out in the shed.

This was my opportunity to get my load of laundry out of the way, so I got the washing begun. 

By the time 9 a.m. rolled around, my younger brother had not yet stirred, so I returned downstairs and assumed possession of the T.V. When he still had not shown by 9:30 a.m., I began playing a 21-minute (21:05) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's PortuguesePai channel: "A-Hole in Chief" - The Coordinated Attack on Pierre Poilievre.

Right around then my wife emerged from her bedroom to shower and otherwise ready for another full day of work at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time. And she may have left as early as 9:50 a.m. on her fairly long drive. My brother finally emerged from his bedroom soon thereafter.

At that point I had already begun watching a 34-minute (32:28) video published yesterday at Rumble's Lara Logan channel: SHOWDOWN IN SOUTH CAROLINA with GOP Primary Candidate Mark Lynch | EP 84 | Going Rogue w Lara Logan.

Lara interviews Mark Lynch, a South Carolina businessman and political newcomer challenging incumbent Senator Lindsey Graham in the Republican primary. Lynch recounts his 2020 confrontation with Antifa in Greenville, where he and armed militia members showed up to defend monuments and prevent potential violence. He outlines his political agenda, which includes pushing to remove Senate Majority Leader John Thune, eliminating the filibuster, passing the SAVE Act to require voter ID and proof of citizenship, and pursuing accountability for what he describes as widespread government corruption. Lynch also addresses attacks from within the Republican Party, including his support for attorney general candidate David Pascoe, and reveals that he and his wife invested $5 million of their own retirement savings into the campaign. With the primary vote imminent, Lynch positions himself as a grassroots fighter against the political establishment, accusing Graham of splitting the vote by backing last-minute candidates and of holding a conservative voting record he characterizes as disqualifying.

I followed this with Knightfall ─ episode three ("Faith") of season two. I have to say that the Luciferians were unlikely by my reasoning, but the aftermath of their extermination was rather provoking for me where 'faith' is concerned. 

I had been using our R69 Plus Android 14 TV Box to that point. I next switched over to our T95Q Android 9 TV Box to access the USB drive inserted into it, and we then watched The Millionaire ─ the premiere episode ("The Amy Moore Story") of the very first season. I had to use a torrent file source to download the episode. I meant to watch all of the episodes if it was possible, but not many are available even via torrent file downloads; and since I am not interested in just watching random episodes, I just won't bother.

Next we got into a movie for the long opening action sequence, but I did not realize that it was only subtitled in English, nor do I now know what my source was for the download. I have now located a source dubbed in English, so I will have to line us up with it if the chance arises tomorrow. I will speak of it here in my blog when we have success. (My brother's vision is too poor for subtitles.)

My brother sought further bed rest after we cancelled the movie. I knew that he was going to be making a 'beer run', so I dared not nap. But I did lie in bed resting as deeply as possible until I heard him later stirring about.

And so we went to the government liquor store two miles from here where I bought another two dozen cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) and a four-litre box of Sommet Rouge wine. The total purchase came to $81.80.

I hated to have the expenditure because of how worried I am about the imminent massive expenses over the next four or five weeks, but my damned life is so bleak that I cannot do without my little bit of drinking alone in the latter part of each day while I watch three T.V. shows here on my bedside computer. I have quite a rotation of shows that I work my way through, never two episodes of one show in a single evening.

The mostly overcast morning became quite sunny in the latter afternoon, so all the noisy, undisciplined very young South Asian kids are out being dreadfully annoying with their hysterics and roaring and screaming.

I can't make it, man! I can't keep enduring as my pathetic life peters away.

At least I had a half hour of light exercising in my wife's vacant bedroom, beginning around 3:10 p.m. And I have since eaten my day's second and final meal.

So it is time now to take a blogging break in order to commence watching those shows and doing a little drinking; I will finish up and publish this post in the latter evening. Right now it is 5:53 p.m.

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I poured a dozen or so ounces of Domaine d'Or red wine (12% alcohol) and began watching Van Helsing ─ episode 11 ("All Apologies") of season four. My source was at GOOJARA.to.

The proceedings rather tied in a bit with Knightfall, though God doesn't seem to have any place in shows like Van Helsing.

The show was exciting enough, and over by 6:51 p.m.

I was far from happy to see that my next show was going to be mundane Madam Secretary ─ this time, episode 19 ("Spartan Figures") of the first season. Again, my source was reliable GOOJARA.to.

I always enjoy these episodes, but they are so pedestrian. I'm sick of politicians and government ─ I want other entertainment.

I enjoyed Van Helsing more.

Madam Secretary was accompanied with a can of strong beer, and the show was done by 7:57 p.m. At this point I chose to get the brushing of my teeth out of the way before watching whatever was to be my last show (and the can of beer that would go along with it).

My third show was Justified ─ the fifth episode ("Shot All to Hell") of season five. And again ─ at GOOJARA.to.

Back when the series was current, I used to watch episodes when I was available to do so, but I have no idea now how many nor what episodes they were. I am only now watching a select 10 from the series ─ every season five episode that featured my major turn-on in so many ways, Alicia Witt.

I just read Wikipedia's write-up of the episode, and not only have I deep trouble knowing who the hell the various named characters are, but I am not familiar with nearly half of the scenes described! What is this?

No matter ─ I only care about Alicia Witt. I hope her character turns out to be relatively decent.

My second and final can of beer was done well before the episode's conclusion at 9:32 p.m. At some point during the episode my brother must have returned home from where ever he had bused to in order to social drink right after our 'beer run' together, for I espied him passed out downstairs 'watching' T.V. with Bev.

By the way, I noticed that very attractive Amy Smart of the Stargirl series I currently watch, also has a run of appearances in this season five Justified series ─ nine episodes, in fact. But she's not what Alicia Witt is to me ─ the embodiment of one of the longest and most intense infatuations or love/hate experiences of my life well over half my life ago. Alicia Witt almost perfectly resembles Jean C. Thus, I shall not be hunting up Amy's various specific appearances in T.V. series like I do for Alicia Witt.

Ahead of 10 p.m. I have been hearing an unexpected short-lived downpouring of rain outside, so it's still with us.

Right now it is 10:30 p.m., so I am going to publish this post and see if it's possible to be to bed by 11 p.m. (I doubt it). My wife normally has Wednesdays and Thursdays off work, so she is probably not going to be home until very late ... or not at all for a couple or so days.