As I passed time last evening ere a reasonable bedtime, I watched an episode of Castle Rock ─ it was the tenth and finale episode ("Romans") of season one.
I used to watch the series in the evenings in the company of my younger brother, but his alcohol-damaged brain is incapable of fathoming the episodes, and he often passes out during them. He is a waste of my time, so I will finish the series on my own.
I also watched an episode of The Goldbergs ─ this one was the penultimate series finale, season 10's episode 21 ("Push It").
I used to love the series when Erica (Hayley Orrantia) and Lainey (AJ Michalka) were classmates and best friends. Now the series has become just about sickening with the pretty much oedipal relationship between Adam and his mother; and Barry's impossible, overbearing neediness for his "JTP" crew. The stories almost always feature some entitled behaviour of Adam's, and between his immaturity and love of mothering, I am only hanging on to finally see the last episode.
I will not miss it.
I do not recall what time it was that I got myself to bed last evening, but I expect that it likely was around 9:45 - 9:50 p.m. My cellphone alarm was set for 4 a.m. so that I could take my time readying for a decent walk that would see me doing some grocery shopping on my way back home.
Oh, what a miserable night's sleep I had!
When I rose, I made the decision to shop at Save-On-Foods approximately a mile from here. But I wanted to leave well before 6 a.m. and have my half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups here in the backyard tool shed because I felt that it would be too daylit for me to care to be exercising at the elementary school playground where I stop early into my much earlier nighttime walks.
Well, so much for plans! For some damned reason, my youngest stepson was to get up around 5:30 a.m. at latest. My walks are my affair, so I prefer no one to be privy to my goings. Consequently, I did not care to go downstairs to head on out to the tool shed and risk communication by doing so.
Perhaps I hoped that he was going to return to bed, or even go somewhere, but he did neither.
I did leave home ahead of 6 a.m., but by less than five minutes. I was wearing a light sleeveless hoodie underneath my sleeveless black denim jacket (and a pair of Wrangler boot cut jeans, and boots); and I had weighed myself fully dressed, finding myself to be between 187 - 188 pounds.
With my arms bared, I wanted to benefit from a pump to make them appear fuller, so I did risk stopping at the school playground, and happily had it all to myself with no one observing me from anywhere that I could see.
I decided to exercise exactly as I was dressed ─ I was not even going to remove my sleeveless jacket. Somehow, I managed to achieve my current norm in the six sets ─ i.e., four and then three pull-ups in the first two sets; three and then two chin-ups in the second two sets; and finally, two pull-ups between a pair of gymnastics-style rings in the final two sets (and I held the last pull-up at highest elevation for a 12-count).
I also did eight slow, full-range push-ups in a declined position on a cement ramp as a capper.
Due to the current temperatures and humidity, I was never again to not have my face glistening with some moisture.
I felt myself not to have time for the five-mile+ walk, so I settled on one of three to 3½ miles. As well, I had quite a weighted load of groceries to tote home in the two carrying bags I had brought ─ the bill cost me 20¢ shy of a full $100. I did not expect that.
It may have been just past 8 a.m. by the time I was home again ─ my youngest stepson was gone, and the door unlocked even though no one else was up.
Here it is almost 6 p.m., and he has yet to return.
Anyway, I got back to bed ─ I am sure before 8:30 a.m. However, my decline was such that I seemed unable to be able to lapse into a sleep. I finally rose around 9:30 a.m. feeling quite amiss.
My brother had only begun his morning a little before.
At 10 a.m. I put our Android TV Box to work for some morning T.V., leading us off with Odessa Orlewicz's 34-minute effort from yesterday: Hey World! Just Scan Your Eyeball Into This Orb And Get Paid! UBI Too!
Worldcoin is allowing governments to use their AI Orb iris scan tech system. All you have to do is sell your s0ul for Basic Income and pressure your friends for bribe $$. "But but- it's for The Sustainable Development Goals Everyone just calm down!" Just another pump and dump? Or will this be the continuation of trapping useless eaters, so they can be turned into slaves. Only humans and time will make that decision.
Interesting, that one.
Next I tuned in a 32-minute interview posted July 30 by John Leake: Interview with Dr. Naomi Wolf.
Go there for the description ─ it was a good interview.
After that, I believe that I played an episode of Britain's Ghosts that I had previously recorded ─ it was last year's Christmas special "It's Behind You" that followed the finish of series four. This actually did a really super job of evoking the Christmas spirit within me ─ I loved it!
The last video we watched was a 21-minute upload from October 19, 2018, to YouTube's Talasbuan channel: Off Grid Life | With fall comes butchering.
Episode twenty-six, in which we're butchering rabbits and visiting a market
I have to say that I was a little surprised that Tova had no hesitancies about immersing right into the butchering ─ it makes me wonder if she helped with the thankfully unseen slaughters? She's sturdy stuff!
It took me some while to gain a feeling of normalcy as I watched T.V. with my brother. When we were done and he was taking some bed rest, I had my day's first meal and was then to bed for a nap.
My brother meantime left for the day to socialize.
By 2:30 p.m. I was out in the backyard for at least 70 minutes of sunning. Although the sky was often hazed over, it was very warm.
I plan another early grocery shopping expedition tomorrow to a different store, so I will again be rising at 4 a.m. Perhaps this time I will sleep better ─ I am going to run my ceiling fan.
Incidentally, I think that it was my youngest stepson who arrived home short of 6:30 p.m.
I have two cans of strong (8% alcohol) malt in the fridge icebox, so I am closing this post and will have one of the malts before I eat a little bit of supper. I might put the second can back into my stockpile for another day.
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