When did I get to bed last evening ─ was it maybe around 9:30 p.m. or soon after?
Whatever the case, my cellphone alarm was set for 3 a.m., and it was another overheated night here in my bedroom despite me having pulled the heavy curtain away from my open window.
A point arrived in the night when I was awake enough to be curious on the time ─ it was something like 2:56 a.m.
So I rose.
I doubt it was quite 3:30 a.m. once I was outside and set to go on my planned short walk, immediately feeling isolated mist-like sensations of moisture that I do not deem worthy of identifying as rain.
I wanted to of course exercise at the elementary school playground maybe ⅜ of a mile hence; but other than that, it could rain as much as it cared to thereafter, if such was to happen. I hoped it would ─ it would spare me having to water my wife's front yard garden plants before I returned to bed.
Initially as I walked, I thought that maybe I could see the odd shiny reflection of the tiniest specks of rain on the pavement, but that was only initially. Betimes I could still feel the unseen falling sparse mist, but it did not appear to be sufficient to dampen the warm pavement.
However, one parked car beneath a street light betrayed speckles of moisture all over the windshield and hood. Yet when I got to the school, the equipment was dry.
I had some doubts that I would be able to match my high of two a.m.s ago when I was last at the playground, but I effectively did: in two sets of opening pull-ups, three and two repetitions; and the same with two sets of chin-ups. As well, on the gymnastics-style rings, one pull-up in both sets.
All with a 30-count between sets.
I held the hang at the final rings' pull-up for a 50-count, releasing only because the skin of my soft palms was starting to feel like it was going to tear open ─ a plastic sheathing that is coating the rings has a ridge along the upper surface, and this was starting to pose the problem for me.
I then forced my damaged right leg to participate in 25 full flat-footed squats, holding the final full squat for a 60-count before painfully rising. All five of the final squats were unassisted or free-form in that I did not use my hands to grasp anything to help me weather the definitely agonizing strain.
And I managed four slow full-range decline push-ups on a cement ramp.
There seemed no evidence that it was putting any effort into raining.
Back home, it was not too very long before I could actually hear the rain on the carport roof outside my open bedroom window, and it seemed to grow rather steadily thereafter.
My timing had been just about perfect.
By the way, I had exercised without wearing my jacket, just as was the case early Tuesday; this time after getting home, I weighed myself fully clothed, but without the jacket, just to gain a sure idea of what poundage I had been working with: circa 183 pounds.
It was pretty close to 6 a.m. by the time I returned to bed. I was up again ahead of 8:30 a.m.
I found myself feeling most weird overall. It was as if my entire body was reacting to having been overtrained ─ it was almost as if I was evidencing the onset of some general illness such as a full-body fever might indicate.
For once I decided not to allow my brother his first 'kick at the can' to get possession of the T.V. Instead, around 8:40 - 8:45 a.m. I went downstairs to begin boiling water for my day's first mug of instant coffee with the works, and then before I had yet turned on the T.V., I heard him exiting his bedroom.
I had to hasten into the living room barely ahead of him and assume control of the T.V., activating our Android TV Box to get an early start on viewing of my choosing.
I led things off with a 4-minute (4:37) audio-only video published yesterday to Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel: Canadian Government Has Officially Gone ROGUE Against Chicken Farmers. Listen To THIS One!
2 so called "dead WILD birds" more than a football field away from a farmers barn (with zero proof) and NO PROOF provided of EVEN a fraudulent PCR test ... and a farm was forced to destroy all of their chickens . You don't want to miss hearing about this one. (5 minute show)
Our next video exceeded an hour (1:03:54), and had been streamed yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: The King's Speech plus the CBC will take you down! - with Kris Sims from the CTF.
Join me and Kris Sims, Alberta Director for the Canadian Taxpayers Federation as we discuss the King's Speech and censorship in Canada. We'll tackle Bills C-11 and C 63.
I followed that with The Jonathan Ross Show ─ the premiere episode of the current season or series 22. I was particularly keen on seeing actress Christina Hendricks. Never would I have guessed that when the show was filmed and released in February, that she would be turning 50 early this month of May!
We finished up our viewing with the final half hour or so of the movie we had delayed finishing on Tuesday morning. It was 2009's Solitary Man.
I had previously downloaded the movie, but I now do not know my source. Still, I bet it was at this OK.ru link, if interested. I downloaded it because Imogen Poots was featured, although I was not at all impressed with her movie character.
I grew to care nothing for Michael Douglas's character either, although initially I was quite sympathetic to him.
I see now that it was Mary-Louise Parker who played Imogen Poots' mother, but I believed throughout the movie that she was Elizabeth Perkins.
It was definitely an interesting movie.
There was a point mid-morning when it was downpouring rain outside for quite some time. Yet the mid-afternoon had cleared so much that it may have been possible to sun.
I think that maybe I will seek to visit the elementary school playground again in the wee a.m. tomorrow, so I will have to ensure I have an early bedtime again.
My brother headed off towards the mid-afternoon to catch a bus and go social drinking, but I no longer expect him to want to watch our shows in the evening if he gets back home early. I have completely given up on him. Thus I no longer feel restraint about watching a show here on my computer relatively early and having a strong beer ─ and especially not if doing so frees me up to get to bed early.
It is presently 5:03 p,m., so I am going to break from this post for what I keep hoping is some therapeutic challenging of my damaged right leg. Then I will get some supper ─ I will probably heat up something in the order of a congealed soup or stew that my wife recently brought home. She never came home last night, incidentally. I was not sure until early this a.m. when I saw that her car was not parked in the open carport.
Time for that break.
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A few minutes past 6 p.m. I tuned in FBI: Most Wanted ─ episode 16 ("Imminent Threat – Part Three") of season four. I watched the previous two parts of the storyline in the other two T.V. series months ago, but for some reason I never watched this third sequence.
Each was more or less contained, fortunately, having their own more 'local' plotlines.
I watched just over the first half hour at this GOOJARA.to link, but then it froze or buffered for too long, so I switched over to this Tvids.net link, having the usual sneak-browser forced onto me that hid behind the one I was using ─ it was a website for what would surely be a shady gambling enterprise, for no honourable website would use such tactics.
It was a good episode, and reinforced my hatred of terrorists who target innocent populations.
I held myself to one can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) and then had my supper.
With my brother still absent and it still bloody daylit outside with the large South Asian family and their bawling pre-schoolers owning the cul-de-sac we all live in (unfortunately), I shut myself back into my bedroom and tuned in Blood Ties ─ episode two ("Blood Price") of the first season. The episode was actually the second part of episode one, bearing the same episode title.
My source was this GOOJARA.to link, and this time it played all the way through without issue.
I vaguely remember the series from its heyday, but I must never have watched any of it when I was sober. And how could I have forgotten dreamy actress Christina Cox?
And so went a second can of beer.
Very little after 9 p.m. with still no sign of my brother, nor with the daylight sufficiently rid, I tuned in what was unexpectedly the season four and series finale episode 24 ("Ka-Boom!") of Cybill. I see that the episode still ends ─ as Wikipedia claimed ─ with "To be continued" because no one knew that the series was not being renewed.
My source for the episode was this OK.ru link.
And so ends a long-running resource I had for enjoying early Alicia Witt.
I drank better than half a tumbler of red wine (12% alcohol) to tide me through the episode.
It is presently approaching 10 p.m. and still my brother is not home. Bev is shut up into their bedroom, and the living room silent and in darkness.
I am unsure if I will be able to handle rising at 3 a.m., but we shall see.
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