I Used to Love the Night Life

There was no attempt to rise early overnight for exercise of my damaged right leg nor of my upper body over at the nearby elementary school playground, for I was not willing to put in the bother only to find that it had all gotten wet from an earlier rain shower.

Still, I was awake and could have risen a little past 3:30 a.m. And at 5 a.m. I checked the time because of how light it was outside ─ I thought that it might be an hour or more later than it proved to be.

It's not at all easy for me to sleep in.

I don't think that it was any later than 6:30 a.m. when I did rise for the morning. And after a mug of hot instant coffee with the works, around 7:30 a.m. I went out to the backyard tool shed for what has become the usual performance out there: 31 full flat-footed squats (20 assisted, 10 unassisted, and one held in the squat position for a 75-count before the rather painful rise); and six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups.

I will not be exceeding the low repetitions in the pull-ups and chin-ups any time soon, for it is all I can manage to even force out those: three and then two repetitions in the opening two sets of pull-ups; the same count for two sets of chin-ups; and then a single pull-up in each of the final two sets performed between two bars, with the dead hang of the final pull-up held for a 75-count.

My wife had come home last night after a two-night absence, by the way.

My younger brother rose somewhat around 8:30 a.m., and soon enough had the T.V. playing while he enjoyed his first instant coffee.

I joined him fairly soon after 9 a.m.

At his invitation to put our Android TV Box to work, I led us off with Anita Krishna's two latest videos at her AnitaK YouTube channel ─ both had been uploaded yesterday:

⭕ Fit to lead? --- Meet Carney Canada's New Public Health Lady. (10:16)

As Teresa Tam steps down from her position as Federal Public Health Officer of Canada, a new president steps in, Nancy Hamzawi

⭕ Trump Ends Trade Talks w/Canada : Digital Service Tax Explained in 5 min. (5:04)

ℳ𝒶𝓇𝓍𝒾𝓈𝓉 𝒞𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒶ℊℯ is utterly disgusting ─ he needs to be eradicated from the Canadian political scene forever.

My next video choice was almost 1½ hours (1:28:17) and had been streamed June 25 to Rumble's Tucker Carlson channel: Everything You Need to Know About the Minnesota Assassinations and Tim Walz Destroying His State.

Liz Collin is one of the last objective reporters in Minneapolis. She says the political assassinations you’ve read about there probably aren’t what they seem.

I was unfamiliar with Liz, but I really liked the well-spoken, attractive woman! This is her X (formerly Twitter) account. And her The Fall of Minneapolis website.

To my surprise, this was to be the final video ─ at 11 a.m. my brother left to catch a bus and rendezvous with a drinking buddy, thereby commencing his daily social drinking.

As for my wife, she never emerged from her bedroom until around 10:10 a.m., but she showered and otherwise readied and left here just after 10:25 a.m., but I have no idea if she had a full day scheduled for work at The Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time or not. Heck, she usually leaves before 10:10 a.m. 

The morning had been rather heavily overcast, although by 11 a.m. I was seeing some distant blue sky.

I had my early afternoon nap, rising just past 2:30 p.m. to what seemed almost entirely blue sky ─ and I could not pass it up. I was soon out into the backyard to sun; and began doing so at 2:54 p.m. after some decision-making, for the entirety of the northern sky was covered with heavy dark cloud.

I was lucky in that I may have acquired nigh 1½ hours of decent sunning before cloud had worked its way over to bring extended shadowing. It was not the dark northern cloud cover, but it was still massive enough.

Tomorrow and the next few days are promised to be sunny, so I am ready for those ─ this afternoon's sunning was entirely unplanned.

It is presently 5:57 p.m., and I am going to break now from this post for some exercise in my wife's vacant bedroom. I have yet to eat anything today, but likely I will first watch a show here on my bedside computer while enjoying a Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol).

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First I tuned in iZombie ─ episode three ("Five, Six, Seven, Ate!") of season five.

I have been extremely attracted to lovely Rose McIver and those fabulously muscled legs of hers ever since this series was current, but never before have I seen so much of those gorgeous legs displayed!

What a package this young woman is!

The scene of her helping to try and train "Ravi" to be her competition dance partner was absolutely spectacular ─ provided that the YouTube link remains viable, you can get a good sense of what I mean in this video.

My source for the episode was this GOOJARA.to link.

I enjoyed a can of beer during the show, of course. And then I went downstairs and rounded up a quick supper ─ a little more than I intended.

Then with that eaten, just before I tuned in my next show, around 8 p.m. or soon after my brother showed up. Nevertheless, I shut myself back into my bedroom and began playing The 100 ─ episode eight ("How We Get to Peace") of season five.

I am so damned sick of ruthless murdering "Octavia" that I can barely stand the series anymore ─ I want the bitch dead. That her brother and Clarke would actually submit "Octavia's" underling "Cooper" to the nightmarish death they delivered upon her just because they felt too bad about giving "Octavia" a quick death disgusts me.

Hell, I don't care if both of them bite it as well ─ I am becoming truly fed up with some of these seemingly indestructible losers who seem to always make the wrong 'life or death' choices for the lesser characters.

If interested, my viewing source was another GOOJARA.to link.

When the show was done after 9 p.m., I peeked downstairs and saw that my brother was passed out, Bev watching whatever they had on T.V. by herself. He revived after some time, though, and came up to their bedroom and then commenced launching into one of his seeming five-minute roaring sneezing fits that is a peculiarity of his drunken state.

I'm going to get this post published and soon get myself to bed, although at present it is still a little too light outside. By the time I brush my teeth and then wrap things up with each of the various browsers and their tabs that I have open, it ought to be late enough by then.

It is 9:51 p.m. at this moment.