Desperate Measure

I had set my cellphone alarm for 3 a.m. just to see if maybe my wife had slipped under my bedroom door the $400 required for meeting what is needed for tomorrow's mortgage debit. It was not there. Had it been, I would have dressed and made the two-mile round trip hobble to my financial institution's nearest ATM.

Since that was not going to be necessary, I reset my alarm for 6 a.m. and returned to bed to sleep a little further. My wife still seemed to be up, by the way. I don't recall hearing her come home following her full day working at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

She has Wednesdays and Thursdays off work.

At 6 a.m., things progressed normally enough. Around 7:30 a.m. I tackled the 10 slow full-range push-ups in the kitchen area before proceeding to the backyard and then the tool shed for my usual 15 minutes of exercise there.

Mindful of what might be contributing to the wretched thumb joint pain in both of my hands, when I engaged the half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups using the thick sides of the child's metal playground ladder that I have atop some roof rafters, I did my best to attain a hold that was not compressing the main thumb joints so fiercely tight against the metal.

So, two sets of pull-ups (2,1 reps); two sets of chin-ups (2,1); and two sets of pull-ups between the two bars (1,1), with a 45-count dead hang after lowering from the final pull-up.

Then I performed the squat work to strengthen my crippled right leg.

Back in the house I gathered up a light breakfast and then brought that upstairs to eat here at my bedside computer.

My younger brother was to emerge from his bedroom just a few minutes past 8 a.m. to watch his T.V. news shows and drink instant coffee, so I left him to it until a little past 9 a.m. Nevertheless, I still had to wait until just about 9:15 a.m. before he turned the T.V. over to me and I could commence operation of our R69 Plus Android 14 TV Box.

First up was an 18-minute (18:25) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's The Canadian Shield channel: Canadians DEMAND Senate Reform! Carney Laughs.

I followed that with a 5½-minute video uploaded earlier today to YouTube's Krayden's Right News channel: Why Heat Pumps Are Horrible and Why Carney Wants One in Your Home! | Stand on Guard.

Heat pumps don't work in Canada's climate and are virtually useless. But Mark Carney wants you to have one in your home because Brookfield has a huge stake in all of this.

Our third video was 18 minutes (18:02) and had been published yesterday to Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel: Twins DIE Right After Routine Baby Vaccines So Mom Sues AAP. The State Retaliates By Arresting HER!

Mother's twin babies DIE after routine baby Vaccines so she sues AAP. Now the state is retaliating by saying SHE must have murdered them!! The cops just took her away. This is a MUST HEAR insane story that the Children's Health Defence wants everyone to know about.
-Also Commie Canada is coming after Lich & Barber For More Jail Time. Must See Episode.

I then switched over to the USB drive inserted into our T95Q Android 9 TV Box and we watched over two/thirds of a 1960 horror / science fiction movie, but with 20 minutes remaining, we suspended it so my brother could get further bed rest.

I may have made it back to bed ahead of noon for my nap, wanting to do so before my wife rose for the day.

As it happened, she was not to emerge from her bedroom until after my nap was done. She did give me the $400, but wants me to return that amount as quickly as I can because she is hoping to buy a flight to Thailand to visit her mother in or at the end of September ─ the ticket needs buying long before that, of course.

There is no way I can give her back $400 that quickly ─ heck, I am going to be well short on the mortgage payment due two weeks from tomorrow, but I will wait until after mid-month before soliciting my brother for help, for as yet I do not know how much help I will require.

And there is also the matter of a credit card payment due in two weeks at most requiring a minimum payment of $233.47 that will only see the balance of debt rise ─ I need to be able to pay closer to $400 to avoid that mess. Last time I only paid $335 and my balance debt rose by $70.95.

This is sickening.

Anyway, an overcast morning resulted in quite a sunny afternoon; but with my wife here, and it being a bath day, I remained inside. Obviously I did not exercise in her bedroom this afternoon, even though she took off around 3:20 p.m. and typically will likely not be back until at least Friday afternoon.

I noticed that she left with however much Sommet Rouge red wine (12% alcohol) remained in the four-litre box of mine that I let her have a few days ago. And since I only have six cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) remaining, I will be drinking just one this evening while watching an episode of whatever T.V. show is next on my list.

Now, the mortgage payment will be debited tomorrow ... but when? Is it safe for me to rise at 3 a.m., leave here around 3:30 a.m. and hobble over to make the deposit shortly before 4 a.m.; then get all the way back home and do an online account transfer of the money because my ATM card does not connect with the account the mortgage will be taken from?

Damn, I hate this ─ I hate being an old, financially struggling, 𝒻𝓊𝒸𝓀𝒾𝓃ℊ cripple!

I had that bath shortly after my wife left, and I have since supped. Right now it is 6:44 p.m., so I am going to break from this post to drink my one allowed beer and watch a show.

I will report back afterwards. Right now it is 6:45 p.m.

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My only show this evening was The Handmaid's Tale ─ episode four ("Dear Offred") of season five. My source was at GOOJARA.to.

When I saw that this was to be my next show, recent episodes have made such a positive impression on me that I am now quite enjoying them, so I did not mind at all that this series was in store.

I even had occasion to feel my eyes burning with emotion at least a couple of times. I could easily have drunk a little more than the allotted single can of beer.

The episode ended by 8:00 p.m., just ahead of hearing my younger brother enter the house, home from wherever he had left before mid-afternoon to bus and go social drinking.

I have been struggling over what to do about this $400 deposit. Might it be best to rise even earlier than 3 a.m.?

I am going to start closing down everything requiring it here on my computer and then get to bed. Gosh, I still have to brush my teeth.

If I happen to waken earlier than 3 a.m. and feel capable of making this wretched venture, I will do it.

Despair is mine.

Right now it is 8:35 p.m. ─ may all go ideally well.