The Thinker

Sleeping as brokenly as I tend to, I did not at all feel like rising to my 5 a.m. cellphone alarm this morning. But I did, and I went out into the front yard to water the garden areas after putting on a kettle of water to slow-boil for a later mug of instant coffee that would be washing down an aspirin.

The agenda this morning was a hobble to No Frills a half mile from here. It doesn't open until 8 a.m., but it was closing in on that hour before I even left home, by which time my younger brother had emerged from his bedroom especially early and was already watching his T.V. news shows and drinking instant coffee.

I dared not spend much money, for I am bewildered how I am going to manage all of this coming Thursday's mortgage payment, let alone the one two weeks later that will be due before I receive my monthly pension income.

And how am I going to make the credit card payment due around the end of the third week of this month ─ the minimum payment will probably be nigh $270, but even that will in no way reduce the balance ─ to do that a payment of $400 would only reduce it by several dollars.

I keep praying ─ maybe that's why I am not yet completely freaking out. But sometimes....

Anyway, I managed to spend something like $43.20, if I am remembering correctly.

I was back home and here to my bedside computer by maybe 8:33 p.m. Then right around 9 a.m. I joined my brother for our usual morning T.V. together, although it was at least 9:10 a.m. before he invited me to take over with out R69 Plus Android 14 TV Box.

I led off with a YouTube channel I have not before sampled, tuning in the three latest videos, all of which were under 10 minutes. The channel is Fight for Canada. We actually only watched about half of the third video because as my brother complained, the host basically said much the same rant in each of them. As well, he offered no video clips to back himself up, nor did he have a guest. So just watching the same angry dude repeating himself through three videos was sufficient ─ I feel no inclination to return to the channel, but I do wish him well with it, for I do agree with him.

Our next video just exceeded an hour (1:01:32) and had been published two days ago to Rumble's Daniel Davis Deep Dive channel: RUSSIA LEARNS FROM IRAN WAR /Alastair Crooke & Lt Col Daniel Davis.

Then I switched over to the USB drive inserted into our T95Q Android 9 TV Box and we finished watching the last half or so of the movie we started watching on Friday ─ 2007's Americanizing Shelley.

Lead actress Namrata Singh Gujral was pretty much what made the movie watchable ─ and she turned out to be delightfully leggy. Sure, her legs were rather trim, but nicely muscled nevertheless; I was expecting that she had nothing much to offer in that department.

I originally downloaded the movie because it featured an early appearance by actress Helena Mattsson, but if I did see her, it had to have been very brief and unspoken.

I don't remember my download source, but it might have been at this OK.ru link.

We finished off our viewing with a 17-minute video uploaded December 31, 2022, to YouTube's Dates and Dead Guys channel: Apache Man-Hunt | Top 3 Stories of the Most TERRIFYING and ELUSIVE Indian Tribe.

The Apache hold the distinction as the most elusive Native American tribe in history. For longer than any other group, they threw off the constraints of life on reservation to live free. In this episode we take a look at three incredible stories from Apache history.

After this my brother returned to his bedroom for further bed rest. And I was back to bed ahead of 12:30 p.m. for my nap, but I was only in bed an hour or little more.

My wife had a full workday scheduled at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time. She got home last evening just after I had gone to bed. I hope she went easy on the four-litre box of red wine that I allowed her to retain in her bedroom, for she seemed very subdued this morning when she came downstairs to prepare a hot beverage in the kitchen and very soon head for the front door to leave on her fairly long drive a little past 10 p.m.

I hadn't sunned in what seems at least 10 days, so I wanted to get in some sunning this afternoon. First, though, I used my wife's vacant bedroom at maybe 2:15 p.m. for a half hour of light exercising. By the time I was done, my brother had left for a bus to carry him away to social drink.

I got in a little over an hour of sunning, basically from 3 - 4:09 p.m.; and then I watered the backyard garden plants before returning into the house to gather up my day's second and final meal.

It was sunny enough, but the sky was a fairly faded blue due to very light haze.

Right now at 6:27 p.m. I am going to take my blogging break to watch some T.V. shows here on my bedside computer and do a little drinking; but due to my economic plight, I am only going to drink two cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) and leave the wine for my wife. Unfortunately, this will also limit me to just two T.V. episodes.

This haunts me ─ my shows and some drinking are my only release, and I only have 10 cans of beer in my supply. I need a miracle.

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My first show was very enjoyable, for it was The Rookie ─ episode 13 ("The Thinker") of season eight. My source was at TVSeries.video.

I enjoyed the episode so much that during it I wondered how I am going to hold myself to just two shows each evening until my 10 beers run out?

The episode was done by 7:23 p.m.

What was to be my final show was Doom Patrol ─ episode eight ("Subconscious Patrol") of season three. My source was at GOOJARA.to.

Roughly midway through the episode I heard my younger brother into one of his extended roaring sneezing fits, so I knew he had gotten home. As often as not, these fits seize him when he starts to choke on his own slobber while passed out. Whether that was the case this time, I do not know, but he was definitely passed out in his chair downstairs in the living room 'watching' T.V with Bev when Doom Patrol ended at 8:50 p.m. and I peered downstairs as I returned to my bedroom after using the toilet.

The show was pointless garbage, but still somewhat entertaining due to my familiarity with the main characters. The Rookie episode eclipsed it in value.

I took the time afterwards to brush my teeth, and now it is 10 p.m. ─ I am easily making do without a third show or more drink, which is good news for me. That Doom Patrol episode was 55 minutes, so it used up more viewing time than I usually have with an episode of a series.

I might as well commence shutting down everything requiring it here on my computer and get to bed. It will be a 6 a.m. start to the morning tomorrow, unless I sleep especially bad and rise beforehand on my own.