Hotness

Well, it would seem that early last evening I finally watched the final (and 10th) episode ("All That We Have Found") of the single-season T.V. series Nightflyers. This was a T.V. series that I originally tried to watch with my younger brother in the evenings, but which he quickly made apparent that he was far too mentally damaged and drunk to be capable of comprehending.

It was for the best ─ it truly was a poor series. It kept relying on flashy and almost psychedelic visuals in place of coherent character development.

And I never cared strongly for anyone ─ if nobody in a series captures a viewer's identification and allegiance, then the same fate befalls the series. I need at least one character to keep rooting for, and none of the characters in this series presented themselves adequately to capture my empathy. I did not feel that I got to 'know' anyone ─ they all remained distant and unreal to me.

My brother would have been truly pissed to have sat through those 10 episodes only to have it all end without a finish ─ there was supposed to be a second season, and the 10th episode was 'cliffhanging' into it.

So yes, it was best that I quietly dropped the series from our joint viewing roster and continued with it on my own.

I think that I may have managed to be to bed no later than 9:15 p.m., with my cellphone alarm set for 1:30 a.m. to get me up to ready for a five-mile+ walk.

As oft happens, I did not require it. The point arrived when I was awake and curious enough to peek at the time, and saw that it was something like 1:27 or 1:28 a.m., so I got myself up then.

I was just in time to hear what seemed likely to be my wife leave her bedroom and use the bathroom, then return back to her bedroom. I had not expected that she would be coming home last night.

Anyway, I was to discover that at least one of my stepsons was still up, for only the eldest uses the dining table late at might to watch videos on his laptop or tablet. The other brother might have been at his own computer in the boys' den area, or he may have been to bed.

The online claim for temperature hereabouts was that it was 12.2° Celsius (53.96° F.), so I decided that I would wear my light denim jacket. And fully clothed with it on, I weighed in at approximately 189 pounds.

I slipped away possibly unnoticed at 1:59 a.m. to find that all was still wet from evening rain, and the sky was heavily overcast. Between the thick cloud cover and the reflective wet on the ground, I was never to have to use my Titan flashlight. Both a ceiling of cloud and wet ground surfaces afford better visibility for somebody like me ─ but perhaps not so for drivers.

When I reached the elementary school playground three or four blocks away, I exercised with my gloves and with my jacket on, so I never expected that I would be matching any Summertime norms in the sets of pull-ups and chin-ups I would be tackling. I was right, so I merely added three sets, each with a token repetition. Thus three repetitions in the first set, then two in each of the next five sets, and those final additional three sets of one repetition apiece.

Of course, a 30-count between sets, with the very last pull-up held for a 15-count at highest elevation.

And then 10 slow full-range push-ups in a declined position on a cement ramp.

I do wonder how I would fare if ever I get access to a regulation chin-up bar and do not have to rely upon much slenderer kids' monkey bar rungs. There is a reason that barbells and chin-up bars seem to have an almost universal thickness ─ it is the most conducive for gripping and thus enhances performance.

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Okay, I took an approximate three-hour break in order to have some exercise, followed by an episode of 9-1-1: Lone Star (season four's episode one "The New Hotness") that I enjoyed with a can of strong (8% alcohol) malt and then my supper, and finally a bath.

But in returning to the a.m., I recollect nothing remarkable about my walk except that I seemed to not have the sort of smooth pace I favour when walking. I expected to likely have made a disappointing show, but oddly I was back home at 4 a.m. ─ not bad at all.

And I was back to bed well before 5:30 a.m., I hope.

Perhaps a bit more than three hours later I was back up, and soon downstairs to join my brother for some morning T.V. My wife surprised me by coming downstairs just as I finished fixing up a mug of instant coffee after I had boiled the water. She probably had a full workday today at the Thai restaurant where she has part-time employment, and left us a little earlier than is usual for her. The restaurant opens at 11 a.m., but she was away well ahead of 10 a.m.

My brother and I only watched one video on T.V. (via our Android TV Box), for it was nigh two hours (1:59:17) ─ Odessa Orlewicz's show from yesterday: Interview WIth Dr.Rima Laibow As Seen On Alex Jones/Jesse Ventura Show.

What an honour to have Dr. Rima on! MD and child & adult psychiatrist and whistleblower Dr.Rima Laibow goes through yet another ludicrous UN document that will seep into all of humanity and schools if we don't stop it. All races and religions need to see this one. They say religion and culture will NOT stand in the way of their nasty nasty transhumanist/ped0 agenda. See her website https://preventgenocide2030.org 

It is also available on Rumble.

It was one of Odessa's better shows ─ she performs poorly on her own.

Thereafter my brother and I had just enough time to watch an episode of the old British sitcom Happiness ─ season two's episode five ("Old Bloke at the Door").

My brother had some fairly brief bed rest, and then left for the day to socialize. I had a robust first meal of the day, and then a fairly early afternoon nap.

The day has been nothing but overcast.

It is nearing 9 p.m.; since I intend to be rising again at 1:30 a.m. to ready for another of my walks, I will soon enough be getting to bed. And with that declared, I suppose that I will end this post here.