Since it had just crept past 11 p.m. last evening when I got to bed, I resignedly did not set my cellphone alarm to get me up at 3 a.m. for another outing to exercise my damaged right leg. I felt foolish for doing this to myself just because I wanted to drink a little more while watching some shows here on my bedside computer.
A point arrived in the night where the realization struck me that I was feeling peculiarly rested, so my curiosity had me check the time ─ it was something like 3:24 a.m.
Hell, that's not too late at all ─ I could still get out and have my outing over to the elementary school playground maybe three blocks away.
And so it was to happen.
However, even upon leaving the house, already the eastern sky was beginning to fade from dark to a very vague blue.
The playground equipment was perfectly dry; and with some sense of my upper body feeling a little overtrained from exercising so regularly, I nevertheless matched my new highs in pull-ups and chin-ups with the usual 30-count between sets.
Thus for two sets of pull-ups, three and then two repetitions; and it was the same with two sets of chin-ups. On the gymnastics-style rings, I am still having to settle upon a single pull-up in each set. I was to realize that what I wrote yesterday was wrong about there being a ridge along the top plastic encasing of each ring ─ there is no such irregularity. The reason holding a hang becomes so painful to my palms and makes the skin feel like it is soon going to tear is because ─ and only because ─ my palms are too damned soft.
So after the final rings' pull-up I returned to the jungle gym monkey bars and did a pull-up between two of the bars and then held the loose hang for a 60-count. It still hurt.
I finished up with five slow full-range decline push-ups on a cement ramp before heading back for home. I dispensed with the squats designed to work my wretched knee ─ even the western sky was beginning to appear as if the vague blue was spreading there. I had to get out of the public.
Once home, I changed clothes, and then downstairs primarily in the living room I eked out 25 full flat-footed squats, the first of which is almost excruciating as I force damaged and possibly adhered tissues / muscle fibres to perform as they are expected to. The final five squats were entirely unassisted, and the 25th was even held for a 60-count before the nearly horrendous discomfort that slowly rising from it caused.
I was back to bed before 6 a.m., but sleep thereafter is always poor. Yet I never heard my younger brother emerge from his bedroom to go downstairs for instant coffee and T.V.
I probably rose for the morning somewhere in the neighbourhood of 8:15 a.m., but it may have been nearer 8:30 a.m. It wasn't too much after 9 a.m. when I joined my brother, but I had to sit and weather until the first commercial break Global's saccharine The Morning Show which he seems to need to always sample.
I very nearly returned to my bedroom ─ what mature man in his early 70s should give a damn about some viewer's 'make-over' by three so-called stylists, or a selection of viewers' 'doggie' photos? But this is apparently what his brain has become reduced to enjoying as must-watch weekday viewing ─ it frankly sickens me.
Upon finally getting invited to start our Android TV Box, I led us off with a 53-minute video streamed two days ago to YouTube's Krayden's Right with David Krayden channel: Farmers Under Siege: Ostrich Farm Resists Mark Carney Liberal Tyranny | Stand on Guard.
Canada’s farmers are under siege, and the ostrich farm battle in Edgewood, BC, shows just how deep the crisis runs. Government overreach, outdated policies, and censorship are putting livelihoods, food security, and basic rights at risk. What’s happening to this farm isn’t just a local issue—it’s a political catastrophe that affects all Canadians.
Canadian Farmers Resist Mark Carney Federal Tyranny. Don't miss this interview with the spokeswoman for the Universal Ostrich Farm, Katie Pasitney. The Canadian Food Inspection Agency is forcing this family farm to eradicate all of their ostriches after a what might have been a brief emergence of avi2n fl*. Stand on Guard is exposing how the Government s smashing property rights.
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The Universal Ostrich Farm’s fight against forced culling is a wake-up call for the agricultural industry and every citizen. They’re resisting unjust policies, calling out the misuse of science, and exposing how government control threatens our freedoms. This isn’t about ostriches alone—it’s about your property, your rights, and the future of natural food sources in Canada.
Why is the government -- the Canadian Food Inspection Agency -- ignoring science and pushing these destructive policies? New regulations are causing confusion, with threats of jail time or hefty fines, and people are questioning the rationale behind these decisions. This raises concerns about food safety and government overreach in Canada. What happens when farmers are forced out of business? These are the questions we must ask as we stand with Katie Pasitney and those fighting for transparency and change.
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I next attempted to play an episode of a T.V. series we follow, but I failed to find an acceptable stream in a reasonable amount of trying, so instead I tuned in a 22-minute video uploaded March 4, 2021, to YouTube's The Why Files channel: Stuxnet | The Computer Virus That Caused World War 3.
STUXNET. The virus that prevented; then started the next world war. Cyberwar is being waged right now in your name. No matter what country you call home, your government is engaged in highly dangerous combat on the Internet. Infrastructure around the world is under siege and everyone is at risk. Even you.
In 2010, the Stuxnet virus was discovered in Natanz, Iran and thousands of control systems that operate factories, power plants and nuclear reactors around the world. It was 20 times more sophisticated than any malware ever recorded. It could halt oil pipelines, destroy water treatment plants and bring down entire power grids.
Stuxnet is back, stronger than ever.
And we should all be concerned.
Cyber-security experts knew Stuxnet wasn't ordinary malware thrown together by some basement hacker. This was something different.
Then at 11 a.m., my brother announced his return to his bedroom for some further rest because he was having to drive the two miles to the government liquor store to buy Bev another four-litre box of white wine, even though this was his day to catch a bus and go to Donegal's Pub to play pool and drink beer.
I said naught, even though I was intending to invite myself along to replenish my beer stock. That was my undoing.
I refrained from a nap, readying instead to accompany him once he was ready to go.
Well, when eventually he emerged from his bedroom he managed to slip past me and was down the stairs before I could accost him. I badly required a stroan before I could go anywhere, so I had no choice but to visit the toilet before joining him. As I was finishing, I heard him open the front door and he was gone.
With my bad right knee, there was no possible way of me getting down the stairs in time ─ not when each step requires me to plant both feet onto it before cautiously descending to the next step.
Fortunately, I probably have better than 20 cans of beer, so my need is not dire. My brother will likely need to replenish his own supply by Monday at very latest.
Incidentally, I found an online source for the T.V. show I had unsuccessfully attempted to tune in for my brother and I, but we probably won't be getting around to watching it for many weeks.
When at last I sought my nap, it was hardly refreshing, as can often be the case. Sometimes I feel worse following a poorly executed nap.
I was rather hoping that my absent wife would show up during my nap and bring some food as she often does, for the pickings are definitely on the slim side.
This is a bath day for me, so I am not begrudging that the day has had much more cloud than sunshine, making sunning out of the equation.
And here it is now at 4:22 p.m. that I am going to take a lengthy break from today's post. Eventually I will have bathed, supped on whatever, and even have watched a couple of shows here on my computer whilst enjoying some beers. That report will come next.
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Having eaten little today prior to my bath, I did not at all expect to be weighing in as much as 177 pounds. It must be that damned pouch on my lower belly that is ineradicable.
For entertainment this evening, I tried something different ─ a Norwegian T.V. series with English subtitles.
I checked it out some weeks ago, but quickly abandoned the pilot episode after a couple of minutes. I would rather be looking at the characters than reading dialogue at the base of the computer monitor.
But I got through the full premiere episode ("Den som vil det mest") of Heimebane (Home Ground), and I like what I see.
Lead actress Ane Dahl Torp is completely unknown to me, but she had a resemblance to someone else that took me a while to pin down. I felt that she looked quite a lot like Chicago P.D.'s Tracy Spiridakos (character Detective Hailey Upton Halstead), although Tracy is over 12 years younger that Ane.
My source for the show was this WLEXT.is link, and the episode played superbly.
Note that my brother arrived home during this update. Also, I watched Heimebane without drinking a beer; and halfway through it, I fetched some supper and ate it while watching the second half.
My next entertainment choice very shortly after 8 p.m. was FBI: International ─ episode 12 ("Gift") of season three. Interesting and quite exciting, as usual.
And I drank one can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol).
My flawless source for the episode was this Tvids.net link.
I did not deem it wise to endeavour a third show ─ I have no desire for involvement with my brother. And so I dawdled away time, and now at 10:16 p.m. it is sufficiently late that I shall soon be into my bed.
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