Underworld

Early last evening I only had time to watch one show on T.V. via our Android TV Box ─ an episode of Supergirl. This one was season six's episode 13 ("The Gauntlet").

I wonder why the creators of the series decided to go with the juvenile title "Supergirl" instead of "Superwoman", while the sister series "Batwoman" totally ignored using the juvenile "Batgirl"?

Whatever.

I do not believe that I made it to bed any earlier than 9:30 p.m., and my cellphone alarm was set for 1:45 a.m. to get me up to ready for a five-mile+ walk. Due to how warm it was in my bedroom, I not only ran the ceiling fan, but drew the heavy curtain from my open bedroom window to facilitate entry of any cooling night air.

I slept normally, without any concerning long wakeful periods. And when my alarm chimed, I had completely forgotten that I had the walk ahead of me.

No one else was up, so I was able to ready in peace. Yet it was 2:17 a.m. by the time I was on my way. I had seen online that the outside temperature was at least two degrees warmer than what till then I have been experiencing as "warm" out there. 

If I see that it is 17° C. (62.6° F.) or some fraction of a degree above that, I deem it warm enough to have my walk bare-armed ─ I will wear a sleeveless light hoodie and a sleeveless black denim jacket over that.

But I do not recall thus far seeing the claim that the night was 18° C. (64.4° F.). Yet when I checked just ahead of leaving home, it was supposedly into the upper 19° C. (66.2° F.) ─ in other words, nearly 20° C. (68° F.).

I don't wear shorts. For one thing, I prefer to offer any mosquitoes as little opportunity as possible. But I also feel that pants offer some added protection in the event of an attack by man or beast.

I had also weighed myself just before leaving, first removing the sleeveless jacket: I was just barely topping 186 pounds. That is a very light clothed weight for me. Nevertheless, when early into my walk I had some exercise at an elementary school playground, it was all I could do to match my new normal in repetitions for the six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups that I engage.

So four and then three pull-ups in the first two sets (I do them to a complete hang ─ this is not some cheating race to see how many I can rack up); then three chin-ups in each of the next two sets; and finally two pull-ups in each of the final two sets performed between two gymnastics-style rings, and the very last pull-up was held at highest elevation for a 12- to 15-count.

Note that each set has a 30-count break ─ so maybe 30 seconds.

And as usual, I topped everything off with eight slow full-range push-ups in a declined position on a cement ramp.

Last night was moonless, and the sky cloudless, but I never noticed a Perseid meteorite ─ such is the light pollution hereabouts. Maybe next year I will finally be living far from here where I have the undisturbed natural world all around me.

I recall nothing else worth mentioning concerning the walk, and it was 4:18 a.m. once I was back here. I remained outside to water front yard garden plants.

And thus it was possible that I was not back to bed until 6 a.m. or more.

My morning was to begin around 8:15 a.m. As yet, my younger brother had not emerged from his bedroom.

After we were watching some morning T.V. together, around 9:10 a.m. he invited me to put our Android TV Box to work, so I led us off with a livestream of well over an hour two days ago to Rumble's TheLastAmericanVagabond channel: Were Directed Energy Weapons Used In Maui? Let's Look At What We Can Prove...

Welcome to The Daily Wrap Up, a concise show dedicated to bringing you the most relevant independent news, as we see it, from the last 24 hours.

All Video Source Links Can Be Found Here At The Last American Vagabond: https://www.thelastamericanvagabond.com/directed-energy-weapons-maui

From the looks of a video added to the channel today, I think that we're going to have to tune it in tomorrow.

There was only time remaining for this next video, for it was not too much short of 1½ hours (1:23:47): Cult Of The Medics Chapter Eight: UNDERWORLD.

We live in the sunlit world of what we believe to be reality. But there is, unseen by most, an Underworld, a place that is just as real, but not as brightly lit, a dark side if you will…



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There are numerous sources for the video ─ the one I have linked to may not even be the one that I accessed this morning. My brother and I have watched all eight episodes thus far, and there is a ninth that is available. We'll be into that one in a couple or so weeks, I am sure.

After the video, my brother had some bed rest and was up again and all set to leave for the day to socialize before I had yet sought a nap following my day's first meal.

When I did lie down, it may have been for 1½ hours, and was nearing 3 p.m. before I got outside for some backyard sunning ─ my first session in maybe five days. Already my face was showing its characteristic undesirable pallor.

I neglected to keep track of my time out there, but I bet it was not too much under 1½ hours.

I may try to cram in two cans of the strong (8% alcohol) malt that I am running out of supply of, so with my early evening already here, I am calling it a day for blogging.