Last night I went to bed without setting my cellphone alarm because it was a wee bit later a bedtime than I had planned, and I did not want to risk my well-being by forcing myself to rise if I actually needed further sleep.
However, a point in the night arrived when I was unable to return to sleep, so I checked the time to see if it was nearing dawn ─ it seemed to me that maybe the night was lightening beyond my heavily curtained window.
But it was only 2:41 a.m.
Momentarily I lay back down, but fast realized that I was not sleeping, and would easily be awake for a long while as yet, so why not just rise and have the outing to the elementary school playground ⅜ of a mile off that I was not happy about missing out on?
Everyone else in the house was abed.
Since there was no rush to get away, I took my time readying. And when finally I had worked my way downstairs with my badly damaged right leg ─ twice, in fact, for I first came downstairs on an errand and left the kitchen light on so that I could safely see when it came time to go ─ I was to find it slightly cool out under a clear night sky.
The playground equipment seemed like it might possibly have just begun to get vaguely damp, so I used my bandana to wipe a couple jungle gym monkey bars pretty much perfectly dry.
And so the question: Was yesterday's feat there a misremembrance when I believed myself to have opened up with a set of six pull-ups? Or did I truly manage it; and was it any longer a possibility of repeating?
Well, the answer was yes on both counts.
With a 30-count between sets, I exactly repeated yesterday's performance: two sets of pull-ups (six and two repetitions); two sets of chin-ups (three and two repetitions); a single pull-up in each of the two sets of pull-ups on a pair of gymnastics-style rings; and a single pull-up between a pair of monkey bars, after which I held the dead hang for a 75-count.
Then six slow full-range decline push-ups on the cement ramp.
If only my damned leg would normalize so that I can go on long walks again!
After I was back home, I waited maybe an hour before going outside to water the front yard garden plants, and I may have been back to bed by 5:30 a.m.
Well past 8 a.m. I reluctantly rose, suspicious that I could hear my younger brother downstairs watching T.V. He was, but I waited till a little past 9 a.m. before also going downstairs. Upon receiving his invitation to begin operating our Android TV Box, I led us off with a 20-minute (20:47) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's Jasmin Laine channel: $82K?! Refugee BRAGS About SCAMMING Canada—Poilievre Drops the Truth They Hoped to Bury.
“His Ideas Have Failed EVERYWHERE”—Poilievre Dismantles Carney’s Globalist Agenda. Refugee BRAGS About $82,000 Payout and I might get cancelled after todays episode...
Next I tuned in a 48-minute (48:26) video uploaded October 27, 2016, to YouTube's Real Stories channel: SCREAM! The Horror House & Other Spooky True Stories | Real Stories.
What’s it like to be caught up in the middle of a real life horror story? To wake up in a cold sweat and find it isn’t a nightmare, it’s really happening. Scream! tells a number of first hand stories of real terror, showing that truth is often both stranger and more scary than fiction.
The last story about four women separately murdered in the area of a small Colorado town may be fabricated. The video suggests the town was South Park, but at the video's 35:55 mark is a clear image of a sign for the Brown Burro Cafe:
Well, Judy Engstedt Davis and her husband George Davis owned the Brown Burro Cafe located in Fairplay, Colorado ─ not any South Park. A January 27, 2017, write-up on the cafe is at this TheFlume.com link. And there is this Yelp review page where it is indicated that the Fairplay business had closed down at some point.
I can find no references online to any mystery murders matching what the video speaks of. The whole thing makes me wonder on the authenticity of the video's other stories.
After this video we got about halfway through a T.V. series retrospective ─ a series that we followed for years; but I will not report on the retrospective until we have completed watching it.
The morning had been so sunny, I fully expected that I would be doing some afternoon sunning.
My wife had a full workday today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, and just as yesterday she emerged from her bedroom just ahead of 9:30 a.m. and managed to shower and otherwise ready, and got away on her fairly long drive at or soon past 9:45 a.m.
Anyway, following morning T.V. with my brother, he returned to his bedroom a little before noon to seek further bed rest. I fixed up my day's first meal; but then instead of seeking my needed nap to shore me up for later afternoon sunning, depravity seized me.
It was after 2 p.m. before any conclusion, after which I found that my brother and Bev were not home ─ he must have taken her to do some manner of shopping.
I reckon that they were back by 2:45 p.m., leaving me wondering if he was going to remain home the whole day like he did yesterday. But no ─ soon past 3 p.m. he left to catch a bus and go social drinking.
By mid-afternoon the sky had clouded over ─ my guilt over not sunning was assuaged. It would not have been possible even had I napped.
At this point in my useless day ─ or at least, useless as it has turned out as of midday ─ it is 5:51 p.m., and I have had some exercising in my wife's vacant bedroom. I am going to break now from this post to round up a small supper, and then watch a few shows here on my bedside computer while enjoying at least a couple cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol).
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The first show I tuned in was Black Lightning ─ episode 11 ("The Book of Reunification: Chapter Two: Trial and Errors") of season four.
Remarkable to me was that the actress (Sofia Vassilieva) portraying villainess "Looker" reminds me of a child ─ or very early teen ─ actress whom I cannot place as to any past role. She's clearly 'grown up' ─ and very nicely; but I would love to discover if it is the same lass.
My episode source was this GOOJARA.to link.
My brother was home before the episode had ended, but I deemed it too early to stop then, for it was not yet 8 p.m.
My second and final show ─ and a second and final beer to accompany it ─ was The Flash. This time, episode 15 ("Into the Still Force") of season eight.
Exactly as with Black Lightning, the entire concept is sheer hokum. Some impossible solution to every scientific dilemma is spouted in pseudo-scientific lingo, and we are to accept that ─ as usual ─ nothing is beyond our heroes and their abilities to resolve every unsolvable challenge.
But I can watch out of loyalty, and because some of the sctresses are so appealing to me.
However, something in this episode pissed me off to an extreme degree ─ it was revealed that Barry & Iris Allen's daughter Nora is a Lesbian!!!
๐๐ต๐ธ๐ธ๐ญ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ต๐ต! ─ can't DC quit corrupting absolutely every show they work on? They disgust me!
I am SO looking forward to the termination of both of these series.
My source was also a GOOJARA.to link. Both played beautifully.
This episode ended just ahead of 9 p.m., so I killed some time finishing up this post. I feel it is late enough now though, so I am going to consider this post concluded and get it published. Bedtime is not far off.
The time now is 9:20 p.m.
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