Bedtime for me last evening was 9:15 p.m. ─ my younger brother had only arrived home about five minutes before, and I had no intention of being caught up with him for a late evening of T.V.
I think that my first time check overnight was something after 1:30 a.m. Initially I considered seeking a little further sleep, but then I decided that I might as well rise and get to work adding content into the post I am nearing completion at one of my six hosted websites.
I remained up until after 5 a.m., for it was around then that I went outside to water the front yard flower garden. As I was doing so, I noticed a skunk across the cul-de-sac we live in ─ it was probably drawn out because today is 'garbage day', and almost everyone puts out their wheelie bins the evening before.
As I watched the skunk, it seemed to have a smaller one tailing right around after it. At times, I started wondering if maybe it was some other creature, like maybe a smaller cat or something.
I finally had to conclude that there must have been something attached to the skunk's tail that was not dislodging.
Then as my watering progressed, the skunk was replaced by about five adult-sized raccoons.
I had been hoping that the skunk would not come my way, but now I was hoping the same thing with considerable vigour concerning the raccoons ─ I know that they can sometimes prove aggressive.
I took my eye off them, and was disturbed to then note that they were working their way in my direction. And soon I lost sight of them due to one or more parked vehicles, but at the point they were only a couple of houses from me.
Suddenly, I saw a couple of them in the darkness edging along between my home and the garden I had been watering, and they were looking very intent. I knew that just because I could only detect a couple of them, this was only because it was indeed very dark where they were right then.
All five of them were likely there.
I stifled an urge to hustle into the house, and instead began waving the water spray about ─ not directly at them, but rather at the plot of garden so that the plants were making considerable noise as the water splashed harshly down upon them.
This seemed enough to turn back the raccoons. And at that point, my watering was done. I was able to turn off the hose and come into the house with the interesting and unusual experience behind me.
After returning to bed, I eventually managed some further sleep; but around 8:30 a.m. I was again checking the time, and I decided to get up. My brother was of course downstairs watching T.V.
The morning was heavily overcast, so it seemed that for the second consecutive day I would not be doing any sunning. I didn't go downstairs until 10 a.m.; and when I did, I saw that it had begun to lightly rain outside. And soon, all out there was wet.
But the rain did not endure for any length of time.
I joined my brother at 10 a.m. and put our Android TV Box into operation, locating an episode of The Titan Games ─ specifically, Season 2's Episode 4 which featured the debut of the fabulous Jessie Graff as "The Rock's" chosen 'Titan' against whom female competitors would have to vie in order to try and take her title of 'Titan' away from her.
Poor Jessie! I adore the wonderful woman, but she was sorely outclassed because the Titan Games do not involve all that much acrobatic derring-do as is required for Ninja Warrior.
Unfortunately for Jessie, there was very little call for bodyweight exertion such as she is so adept at. Instead, there was a preponderance of sheer strength activity, and the woman pitted against her was a muscular firefighter named Kelly Valdez.
Kelly burned her way through the course, while poor Jessie was quickly overcome with sheer fatigue because she is not a 'strongwoman'. In fact, Jessie even looked a little scrawny in the upper body as she struggled with the involved feats of heavy lifting and so forth.
And as one of the commentators observed, she was soon 'gassed' (i.e., overwhelmed and exhausted).
She lost badly, and her honourary title of 'Titan' was no longer hers ─ lost in its very first defence.
Happily, Jessie will get to compete again at a later date ─ and probably already has, but I have yet to watch the episode. Since I am not interested in having the suspense spoiled, I am not going to research this.
I heard my brother making plans to hook up with one or two of his drinking buddies ─ it has become something of a weekly tradition for them. He sought his restorative bed rest just ahead of 1 p.m., and I didn't wait too much later before seeking my own return to bed.
My brother was gone when I roused and emerged from my bedroom. He had left afoot, so I know that he is busing and will not likely be home until the latter half of the evening. In other words, I can again have an early evening of it.
I found the afternoon to be unexpectedly sunny, although there were also clouds. I had not expected to be sunning, but since it was still so early in the afternoon, I decided to sun my front.
And so it was that at 2:49 p.m. I commenced just over 45 minutes slouched low in a deck- or lawn-chair in the backyard, wearing just a pair of gym shorts, and facing into the Sun.
August is not proving to be a match for July's Summer heat. I actually found it rather cool out there. And overnight ─ such as when I was out watering the front yard flower garden at 5 a.m., it was unpleasantly chilly. The air also seemed very moist.
I want now to post four photos ─ selfies that I took of myself at exercising here in the house (my bedroom).
The first two were taken shortly after 6 p.m. two days ago, and I am wearing my blood flow restriction (BFR) bands:
I know I have flaws. To be perfectly honest, I have so very much wrong with me physically that I feel like calling it quits on life ─ I am failing in mounting increments.
However, I do want to indicate that I am 70 years old. I have never exercised in a gym in my entire life, and neither do I have benefit of any kind of home gym or even a good set of weights.
Also, I can barely afford dietary protein ─ I do not buy protein supplements or fancy drugs designed to supposedly increase testosterone. Heck, I bet my testosterone levels are probably very low ─ it is only through sheer will that I exercise enough to maintain what little of the muscular development that you can see for yourself.
I admit that I am posing ─ I would not look quite that good fully relaxed.
Here are two further photos ─ selfies ─ that I took early this evening; this time, without the BFR bands:
Can you believe that I have not been physically intimate with my wife in nearly 7½ years? Not with her, nor with anyone else. All the pain I put myself through to do my best to defy time and my years has only been for myself, I guess.
I am essentially 'going to waste' ─ of no benefit to absolutely anyone.
Is there good news to report today?
Well, somehow my AdSense account registered 67¢ newly earned today from one of my six hosted websites. It has been a few years since I last received a payout because I need to have a $100 balance in order for that to happen.
I think the 67¢ puts my balance over the $57 barrier now, so maybe I will manage to get one more payout before I die.
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