After some sleep last night, during a wakeful period around 3 a.m. I began coming to the realization that I was not going to easily be returning to sleep because I was becoming agitated about serious financial worry. I didn't know the time, but I finally checked ─ maybe close to 3:10 p.m.
My original plan had been to get up at 6 a.m. to give me enough time to normalize and then get out and hobble the half mile to do some shopping at a store that opens at 8 a.m. But realizing the present time, the thought struck me that this might be the time to rise and make the two-mile round trip hobble to deposit the cheque ($360 and change) my younger brother had written out for me a few days earlier as his monthly expenses reconciliation.
The cheque amount was larger than usual ─ it has been less than half that amount in the past. I will have to soon talk to him because our home insurance bill is due to be paid next Sunday, and we haven't even discussed apportioning.
Anyway, I did get up and got myself dressed. My youngest stepson was still up, so when I was ready to make my departure, I did so furtively in order to avoid being noticed. It may have been 3:50 a.m. by then.
I found it to be raining inconsequentially ─ just spitting without any possibility of ever getting me wet, but all was wet outside, so it had rained harder earlier.
Suffice to say I made the hike to my financial institution and got the deposit done without ever actually coinciding with anyone, although there were a few close calls. Much more annoying are cars during my travel that would just be parked with their lights on, particularly if they are facing me and on my side of the road ─ it is infuriating to me to have to hobble along all spotlit like that.
I had thought that I might stop at the elementary school playground during my return, getting in some pull-ups and chin-ups there. But it had begun raining more seriously by the time I had gotten to the ATM; and on the way home, it was definitely a serious rain. By the time I was in the area of the school the upper back and shoulders of my denim jacket were heavy with wet, so I had no desire to prolong matters ─ by that time my hobble had become pathetically slow.
Only once I was back at our home did I take notice that my wife's car was parked on the far side of my brother's van, so she had finally come home ─ she had not slept here since last Tuesday/Wednesday night. I couldn't recall hearing her get home, and I hadn't gotten to bed until well past 11 p.m. last evening, I believe.
My idiot stepson was still up, but now shut up in the bathroom. Eventually he was to begin showering.
I do not exactly recall when I returned to bed ─ it was after 5 a.m., but before 5:20 a.m. Since I had no desire to sleep in and miss watching T.V. with my brother over the latter morning, I set my cellphone alarm for 8 a.m.
Darned if that did not prove wise, for it roused me.
My stepson still seemed to be up, but if there had been a light still burning in his den area when first I rose, it was extinguished when I hobbled downstairs maybe 10 minutes later to boil water for a mug of instant coffee that would be washing down an aspirin.
By the time 9 a.m. arrived and then passed, my brother had yet to emerge from his bedroom, so I returned downstairs and took charge of the T.V. It was quite possibly nearing 9:20 a.m. when I began playing a rather long (1:51:48) video uploaded two days ago at YouTube to both Tucker Carlson and The Jimmy Dore Show: Jimmy Dore: Charlie Kirk’s Murder, Thomas Massie & Finding God Through the Propaganda Hellscape.
Jimmy Dore on the uniparty, Charlie Kirk’s murder and why he came to believe in God.
My brother joined me maybe five minutes into the video, so he missed little of the very interesting interview.
When it was done, we got back into the long movie that we began yesterday, but once again we cut it short so that my brother could return to his bedroom for further bed rest. We're about an hour into the movie with about 55 minutes still remaining.
It was quite deep into the noon hour ─ actually, maybe late into it ─ before I went back to bed for a nap, rising around 2 p.m. Right around then my brother got back from some probable grocery shopping. Then about 2:20 p.m. he left on foot for a bus so he could go social drinking.
As for my wife, she had a full workday today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, so she emerged from her bedroom around 9:35 - 9:40 a.m. to shower and such, and was away on her long and fairly wet drive by 10:05 a.m. or so.
The rain was probably done by midday, if not sooner; and the afternoon, as bloody usual, became sunny enough to draw out all of the damned noisy, very young South Asian kids here in our cul-de-sac to shriek and scream as if they are being torn apart, yet parents and grandparents say nothing to curb this unbridled nonsense.
I hate living here so much.
Around 3:15 p.m. I began a half hour of light exercising in my wife's vacant bedroom. And right now it is 4:36 p.m., so I am going to take a blogging break to have my day's second light meal, and then I will commence watching whatever are the next three T.V. shows on my rotational roster, thereby justifying a little drinking. Naturally, I will be watching the shows here on my bedside computer because I have no access to the T.V. with Bev having usurped it upon rising in the midday or early afternoon ─ she'll do nothing else until she goes to bed later, a fair quantity of white wine ingested by then.
I will finish and publish this post in the latter evening.
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After pouring the usual dozen or so ounces of Domaine d'Or red wine (12% alcohol) into a glass tumbler, I tuned in Superman & Lois ─ episode 10 ("Collision Course") of season three. My source was at GOOJARA.to.
It was good ─ but not one of the better episodes, nor was I ever affected emotionally. And it was over by 6:06 p.m.
My second show was The Expanse ─ episode 10 ("Cascade") of season two. And again, my source was at GOOJARA.to.
I drank a can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) during the episode ─ which I felt was superior to Superman & Lois. This is rare. But Superman & Lois seemed to be too pedestrian by comparison. Yet neither evoked any emotion in me. Still, I am growing to very much enjoy the Martian Marine Bobbie character ─ actress Frankie Adams is looking damned hot in her tight outfit and with her long hair!
The episode was done by 7:15 p.m., and I could easily have watched a third show while drinking my second and final can of beer. But instead, I decided to break and brush my teeth ─ a 15-minute or so job.
My third show was Stargirl ─ episode five ("Summer School: Chapter Five") of season two. Was it my second can of beer that found this show evoking emotion in me that the previous two did not?
I rather believe that unlike the previous two, this episode was more clearly the daemonic realm against whatever there is in us that might be termed good. The other two shows were more removed, focussing instead upon mere 'bad guys' or physical enemies.
And so I will rate Stargirl the top of this sitting, and The Expanse second place. This often seems the placement, though, leading me to wonder if this is because the more inebriated I become, the more immediate are the shows. In other words, the last show has the strongest impact because I am 'forgetting' the impact of the earlier shows.
However this works, the episode and my beer were done by 8:47 p.m. And by the way ─ GOOJATA.to yet again.
Early, actually.
So I poured myself half a large shot glass of Johnnie Walker Red Label Blended Scotch Whisky (40% alcohol) and tuned in the sitcom Sullivan & Son ─ episode four ("Who's Your Daddy") of the first season. I think my brother was newly arrived home when I was seeking a source which ended up being at LookMovie2.to.
The darned episode managed to hit me emotionally a little ─ I never expected that. Weird though that was, it was over by 9:47 p.m.
Right now it is 10:04 p.m. and time for me to start shutting down whatever needs it here on my bedside computer, and then I'll get to bed. My wife just arrived home at 10:03 p.m.
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