The Squeeze

Last night I made the deliberate choice not to rise in the wee a.m. for any activity. As I recall, it may have been 10:45 p.m. before I was getting to bed as it stood, and I did have a noticeable amount of alcohol in me.

My morning was to begin ... well, I can't actually remember. It could have been as early as 7:15 a.m., but certainly no later than 7:45 a.m.

I suppose that I could have had some exercise in the backyard tool shed, but I wasn't interested in pushing matters.

My younger brother emerged from his bedroom somewhere around 8:15 - 8:20 a.m. for instant coffee and morning T.V. As usual, I did not join him until after 9 a.m. to ensure that he got his fill of morning programming.

At his request for me to start operating our Android TV Box, I led off with a 37-minute (37:51) video published yesterday at Librti.com: Shocking Discovery!! Fauci's PATENTED HIV Vaccine Sequence Is In Moderna's COVID Bio Weapon (FULL INTERVIEW VERSION).

Full Episode...Does this mean he made patent $$$ off of each vial? I interview Dr. Jessica Rose about the diabolical discovery made by Kevin McKernan. DO NOT MISS THIS ONE! Please share this horrific information widely :(

Kevin Mckernan's Substack:https://substack.com/@kevinmckernan

Dr Jessica Rose Substack: https://jessicar.substack.com/

I get a kick out of how Odessa acts as if Jessica properly explained everything so that a 12-year-old audience could understand.

Following the video, to my enormous surprise my brother absented himself to his bedroom for an extended time, and then finally came back downstairs clearly readying to go somewhere. Only upon enquiry did I learn that he was going to head across the line to visit his daughter and her May 10 newborn son in Washington State.

And so away he went ... and that was it for morning T.V.

I suppose that it was ideal timing if I had planned exercising out in the backyard tool shed, but that was not the case.

I prepared my day's first of two meals and brought it upstairs here to my bedside computer. I was otherwise occupying myself with laundering, and with a post at my private blog. Earlier this morning it had looked like I might not be laundering today ─ I do so of my clothes every fourth Tuesday as a rule, for Tuesdays are the only day of the week that my youngest stepson has to work at his employer's office instead of here at home in his den area (through which one has to traverse to get to the laundry facilities).

On such work days he tends to leave here well before 9 a.m. ─ more like around 8:30 a.m. or earlier. But he was still here when I joined my brother for T.V.

As it turned out, he intended to ride his motorbike, so he wasn't as pushed for time as he usually is. Laundering was back on!

Note that the following ─ i.e., next ─ Tuesday is when I may get at other washing, such as bedding.

Incidentally, I don't find the image at the top of this blog post to be funny in the least, but I do get the point where other people tend to be concerned. You see, I only eat two times a day as is ─ and I have been doing so for a number of years now. I do consume three mugs of coffee with the works, however ─ two over the morning, and a third in the afternoon following my usual early afternoon nap. Those are most sustaining on their own.

This was a full workday for my wife, who emerged from her bedroom well before 9:30 a.m. to shower and otherwise ready for her day. And for a change she was on her way by 9:50 - 9:55 a.m., which is 10 - 15 minutes earlier than is normal for her.

The sky has been quite heavily overcast today. I would prefer not to have any rain overnight, for I am planning on resuming my visit to the elementary school playground about ¼ a mile away for pull-ups and chin-ups. I cannot perform those exercises in rain, for I need to be able to securely hang onto whatever I work with.

Anyway, my brother was back here during the noon hour, so it was not a lengthy visit. This was his first live look at his grandson.

He then took Bev somewhere, but while she was readying I chose to seek my nap. Alas, it proved unpleasantly short for some reason, and I rose from it feeling none to well at all, and little more than an hour after getting back to bed. My brother and Bev were still away, but they got back in the vicinity of 2:15 p.m.

Then around 2:30 p.m. he left on foot to catch a bus so he could indulge his daily social drinking.

This has rather caught me up much earlier than usual when I post of my day ─ it is presently only 3:37 p.m. Nevertheless, I am going to take an extended break and report back much later.

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I had an important breakthrough in the latter afternoon in forcing my damaged knee / lower quadriceps assemblage to function in performing full flat-footed deep squats.

For the first 15, I used assistance with both of my hands grasping onto furnishings to allow me to cheat through the enormous discomfort that achieving a full descent requires; then after some seconds in that lowermost squat, I did similarly in elevation. Of course, my left leg has the primary workload as well.

But more and more I would seek to rise with only some initial assistance from my hands holding onto furnishings (a wardrobe and the base of my wife's bed).

I finally came so near to doing the work unassisted that I took a break for some upper body isometrics, and then I tackled another 15 full squats.

Danged after a few if I wasn't able to carefully squat all the way down and then rally enough to rise all the way back up without touching anything with my hands. It wasn't anywhere near easy, and there was what I suppose many people would consider to be pain, but I held to the belief that it was only the rebellion of muscle fibre adhesions that needed to be set right.

I could only perform one of these at a time with a break of one or more minutes between another successful attempt, but the breaks were never too long because I did not want to lose the facility to keep it going that would come of things stiffening up again.

The knee was looking more 'puffy' than before I began the session. However, I have never managed to squat without assistance, nor rise without help, since my March 1st accident.

Most of the discomfort or pain is at the front right quarter of my upper leg just above the kneecap (patella) ─ whatever lower quadriceps musculature is present there. The hope is that this squat forcing ─ and hereon sustained ─ is only going to improve my leg strength and increase limberness.

However, I still cannot fully elevate my lower leg when I extend my leg ─ it droops a couple or so inches at the knee. Can this be some permanent defect, I wonder? Or can constant working of my knee (as I presently try to do) eventually lead to correction there as well?

By the way, the afternoon became remarkably sunny and blue-skied.

As the evening proceeded, I decided not to wait until 8 p.m. for my brother to show up. His pattern of late has been to be too corned to bother with. If our evening shows mattered much to him, he would get home far earlier than he does. Yet even when he does get home well before 8 p.m., he spends his time watching Bev's shows ... or at least, he does until he passes out.

Is this any way for a 72-year-old man to carry on?

So I tuned in The Rookie here on my bedside computer ─ specifically, season six's episode nine ("The Squeeze"). How can actress Bridget Regan be so damned hot?!

The episode was excellent as these episodes always seem to be; and my flawless source was this TVids.net link. However, I think that website was responsible for throwing up an advertising website in a new browser window that hid behind the browser window I was using.

After the episode, I determined that my drunken brother was downstairs watching T.V. with Bev.

Since The Rookie ended before it was anywhere near 9 p.m., I chose to risk a second show.

This time it was 9-1-1: Lone Star ─ episode four ("My Way") of season five. In its human-element fashion, it was probably better than The Rookie. However, the ending absolutely sucked. From Wikipedia:

The episode ends with [EMS Captain] Tommy and [Pastor] Trevor breaking off their engagement after it is revealed that Trevor's daughter wants to move back to Kansas to be with her mom but was reluctant to tell her father.

This is stupidly outrageous! These two will forsake getting married ─ and in fact break up ─ and then the pastor will move away to placate his undisciplined and immature teenage daughter who wants to live with her mommy, the pastor's ex-wife?

This ruined the episode for me.

I happened to watch it while drinking a tumbler of red wine. My source ─ no imposed commercials anywhere ─ was this flawless GOOJARA.to link.

With the episode finished, I cautiously peeked forth and saw that Bev was shut up in the bedroom she shares with my brother, and he was downstairs watching T.V. alone, having to make do with whatever nonsense he can find with our basic cable programming.

My show ended shortly before 10 p.m., but that hour has now passed. I am about to shut things down now and get to bed ─ it is 10:24 p.m. (I swear I heard some rain drops not long ago on the carport roof just below my open bedroom window.)