Realize What?

When my 3 a.m. alarm chimed this morning and destroyed my sleep, I was aghast at how dreadful I felt. The notion of going ahead with the two-mile round trip hobble to deposit my younger brother's $789.20 cheque for his share of the home insurance that is due Sunday was unthinkable.

I got up and used the toilet, but returned back to bed with my cellphone alarm amended to 6 a.m. so that I could have a usual morning. I felt like I was hung over.

But after several minutes in bed, I was too uptight to ease back into sleep. Without making a deposit, there was not enough money in my account to cover the payment. If I did not go now, I would only have to get the deposit done either early tomorrow, or possibly early on Sunday ─ why risk things will be going any better for me on either of those two early a.m.s?

So I forced myself up again, and probably ere quite 3:50 a.m. I was on my way.

I got the deposit done without incident, and only once did I cross paths with anyone else. But the eastern night sky was already lightening with the tease of dawn when I left home, and I was returning in more and more daylight.

Walking was become laborious as I was making the return journey due to how jolting my gait is with my crippled right knee. It bothers my hips, and my left foot is threatening to develop plantar fasciitis. And I am so damned slow.

As I returned, I stopped in at the elementary school to exercise at the playground, removing my jacket to do so. At that point it was virtually daylit. I managed no better than I do in the backyard tool shed: two pull-ups in an opening set, then just one in the second set, followed by two sets of chin-ups with only a single chin-up in each, and then two sets of pull-ups between a pair of stationary rings ─ again, a single pull-up in each.

I was going to perform a dead hang, but I completely forgot. However, I did go over to a nearby ramp and barely managed to eke out 10 full-range slow decline push-ups.

I also forgot to weigh myself after getting home to see what total body weight I had been dealing with. Probably it slipped my mind because I spent a half hour watering the front yard garden area before coming into the house.

It was 6 a.m. before I got back to bed. I set my cellphone alarm for 8 a.m. to ensure that I would not sleep away any morning T.V. time with my brother, but I managed to get up on my own at 7:30 a.m. without need of the alarm.

My brother emerged from his bedroom towards 8:30 a.m., I suppose; and I believe that I joined him just ahead of 9 a.m. Even so, I still had to wait until after 9:15 a.m. before he invited me to put our R69 Plus Android 14 TV Box to work.

The first video I tuned in exceeded 1¼ hours (1:18:33) and had been streamed yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: What did your Covid vaccine do to you? The Allison Inquiry with Shawn Buckley.

Live with Criminal and Constitutional Lawyer, Shawn Buckley.

LINKS:

https://www.nationalcitizensarchives....

NHPPA
https://nhppa.org/

Allison Inquiry
https://covidtestimony.com/ 

When it was done, I resorted to our T95Q Android 9 TV Box to access the USB drive I have inserted into it and began playing the premiere episode of an old T.V. series from 1959/1960, but even though it was less than a half hour long, my brother bailed with maybe 13 minutes remaining so that he could return to his bedroom for further bed rest.

I was annoyed, to be honest. His daily bus trips in the early afternoon to go social drinking are more important than anything else. Or so it often seems.

I got back to bed for maybe an hour to have a nap, rising near the end of the noon hour. I knew I would be sunning; so when I heard my brother give his goodbye to Bev around 1:15 p.m., that was my cue to sun especially early.

As I was setting up, my wife made her appearance here at home known to me. She would be working the latter part of the day at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

I was to get in over 1½ hours. My session began at 1:32 p.m. and lasted till 3:11 p.m., by which time my wife had left. Early into my sunning she had eaten a meal on the sundeck, but we were out of sight of one another.

Soon after I was back in the house, I had most of a light exercise session in my wife's vacant bedroom ─ probably about 25 minutes in total.

I then worked further on this blog post, breaking soon past 5 p.m. for my day's second and final light meal.

Right now it is 6:06 p.m. and time for me to take a blogging break so that I can have some drinks and watch the next three T.V. shows lined up on my rotational roster. I will finish this post in the latter evening.

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Following the pouring of about 12 ounces of Domaine d'Or red wine (12% alcohol) into a glass tumbler, I tuned in and watched FBI: Most Wanted ─ episode 11 ("Do You Realize??") of season six. My source was at GOOJARA.to.

It was interesting enough, but it's not going to easily climb out of bottom position where my rating of the three shows is going to be concerned.

It was over by 7:19 p.m.

With a can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) in hand, I next tuned in Titans ─ the premiere episode ("Barbara Gordon") of season three. My source this time was at RidoMovies.is.

The episode definitely overran FBI: Most Wanted, though I do not recall being touched emotionally.

So Barbara Gordon had become Batgirl at some point, but got paralyzed by the Joker? She looked to me like she might only have one leg there in her wheelchair. That is a hell of a lot worse than just being paralyzed!

There were only questions and mysteries in this episode ─ no solutions or resolutions, apart from the Joker finally and rightfully getting exterminated. The episode was over by 8:24 p.m. 

Before watching my third show and having a second and final can of beer, I decided to take the 15 minutes to brush my teeth, for I did not do so last evening because of how late I was getting to bed.

My planned third show turned out to be disappointing ─ another damned mainstream cop show. It was S.W.A.T. ─ episode 12 ("Los Huesos") of season two. For the second time this evening, I chose a source at GOOJARA.to.

I was correct about FBI: Most Wanted getting eclipsed, for S.W.A.T. topped it. But Titans was still top dog. Regardless, S.W.A.,T. finished by 9:54 p.m.

So ... go to bed?

Nope. My brother was newly home, as well.

I selected a sitcom and poured myself half of a large shot of Johnnie Walker Black Label Blended Scotch Whisky (40% alcohol) and tuned in Big Wolf on Campus ─ supposedly episode two ("The Bookmobile") of the first season. Like a gullible fool, I watched the episode at this Archive.org link.

The episode turned out to be #15 ("Fangs for the Memories") ─ and I find this snafu to be utterly inexcusable for a website that is archiving that which is supposed to be reliable.

I should have relied upon YouTube, for you can watch the genuine second episode here.

Anyway, my duped episode was over by 10:50 p.m. ─ I couldn't even say I remembered watching the pilot episode. Maybe in proper sequence as I view the second and proper subsequent episodes it will make more sense and actually be memorable as a comedy horror series.

I've got to call it quits and soon get to bed, for it is already 11:22 p.m. and I have quite a lot to close out of on this computer. After all, I'll likely be setting my cellphone alarm for 6 a.m.

But maybe I won't bother? I don't intend any morning coffee nor do I intend to have anything to eat until after 6 p.m. tomorrow. It may serve me best to just sleep as best I can with my alarm set for 8 a.m. as a fail-safe measure. Why prolong the penance by commencing it earlier than need be?