Finding myself awake well before my 3 a.m. alarm last night, the prospect of getting up and having an outing was too unpalatable ─ even if I waited till 3 a.m.
So I unset my cellphone alarm in favour of as much sleep as possible.
A point arrived when it seemed light enough outside that maybe I could rise for the morning, but a check of the time revealed it to only be around 4:30 a.m. at best, so I strove for further sleep.
And I gave up around 5 a.m. and began my morning.
It proved an overcast day, with occasional rain showers, although a drying trend took over by the afternoon.
Around 7:30 a.m. I was inspired ─ by sudden sounds of my younger brother suddenly moving about in his bedroom ─ to get out to the backyard tool shed for the usual 31 full flat-footed squats (20 unassisted, 10 assisted, and a final squat held for a 100-count before the painful rise) and six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups.
For those latter exercises, I keep managing to attain my current bests. With a 30-count between sets, I start off with two sets of pull-ups (three and then two repetitions); then the same numbers for chin-ups. And I finish with a single pull-up in two sets pulling myself up between two bars, holding the descent on the final pull-up for a 75-count dead hang.
By this time it had begun raining heavily, so I hustled back to the house, almost marvelling at how thoroughly my blue denim shirt was becoming wet from rain for just that short distance.
And then I found that the sliding glass door into the house had been locked since I went out to the shed ─ my brother was up.
I had to use the shed key to twice make a succession of taps on the glass door before he came to investigate. Had that failed, I would have gone around to the front door of the house and made my presence known there.
He was of course watching T.V., so around 8:30 a.m. I correctly gambled that he had enough by then of the repeated news stories and so I joined him, almost immediately getting invited to operate our Android TV Box.
The first video I attempted was at Rumble's Unscrew the News channel, but my brother and I are weary of how this guy prattles on unseen, using various rotating screenshots instead of facing the camera and looking at the viewers; as well, he begins his show with commercialization instead of just getting on with things.
So I am removing his channel from a long list that I rotate through. I have begun doing this with channels that just waste the viewers time and think we have nothing better to do until the host finally gets down to what we tuned in for.
Instead, I tuned in Chicago Fire ─ episode 13 ("The Man of the Moment") of season 11. Boy, did this one have its heavy moments!
Unfortunately, this is my brother's usual laundry morning, so he was absent from the episode a couple of times for a considerable span of time. But that's his own damned fault ─ he doesn't have to fold his laundry and then go and put it all away neatly in various drawers in his bedroom.
Priorities, man!
He also missed out much of the final half of the documentary we had to break from yesterday so he could have his midday bed rest. At 52 minutes (52:09), the feature had been uploaded December 25, 2020, to YouTube's Free Documentary - History channel: To the Moon... and Back? | 13 Factors That Saved Apollo 13 - Part 1 | Free Documentary History.
13 Factors That Saved Apollo 13 is a gripping tale of distant desperation and heroics. When an oxygen leak threatened the lives of three astronauts, the mission became a life or death attempt to get them home safely, organised by people 200,000 miles away. With limited power and supplies on board the spacecraft, NASA teams worked around the clock to engineer creative solutions to overcome carbon dioxide poisoning, dehydration, and the freezing temperatures of deep space to ensure the crew’s survival. Using spectacular footage, exclusive interviews with Apollo’s space scientists and stunning visual effects, this film explores 13 remarkable factors that brought the crew safely home. Explore the full story of the courage and ingenuity that cemented Apollo 13 as NASA’s finest hour.
There is a link in the original description to part 2.
My brother revealed that he had an 11 a.m. barber appointment, so that half-documentary was all we were to watch this morning.
I ate more than I desired for my day's first meal, and then chased a nap that left me feeling inadequately-slept, and with a vaguest tinge of headache ─ this may partially be due to the damned crick in the right side of my neck that has been plaguing me to one degree or another the past month or more.
Anyway, it is presently 6:10 p.m., and I already took a little time to have the usual exercise session in my wife's vacant bedroom. Right now, I want to watch a show here on my bedside computer while enjoying the first of at least a couple of cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9%) this evening. Back anon.
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Very soon I was watching 9-1-1: Lone Star ─ episode six ("Naked Truth") of season five. I've grown to like these characters and the actors / actresses portraying them. This episode featured a lot of actress Brianna Baker ─ I like that tall gal!
And what straight guy wouldn't want to cuddle with this?
Briana Baker
My episode source was this uFLIX.to link, and it played flawlessly. It was an excellent episode throughout.
My brother was still not home at the episode's conclusion, so I gathered up a quick light supper which I ate, and decided on another show and beer, since the evening was yet young and very light outside.
I selected something new to me. Since I had recently finished watching all of the series Prodigal Son, I looked for something featuring Halston Sage. And I found it.
My selection was a T.V. series called Crisis that I do not ever remember hearing about, so I tried out its pilot episode.
Superb stuff! I am hooked.
And I even have Gillian Anderson to enjoy, although her hard-ass CEO role thus far in the series is not in the least anyone I can like. Her series sister ─ an FBI agent ─ is played by a beautiful actress named Rachael Taylor, but she doesn't look notably familiar, nor is her name.
Oh my gosh! I see now that I should well know Rachael from her role as Jessica Jones' adoptive sister and best friend ─ no wonder she looked so athletic in one scene where she is shown running in this pilot episode of Crisis.
My episode source was this GOOJARA.to link, and it played flawlessly.
This is a series my brother would enjoy, but all he seems content to do is get drunk and come home and watch whatever crap Bev likes on our T.V.'s Bell basic programming ─ even though she has done nothing since getting up (usually during the noon hour) but sit on the chesterfield watching our T.V. until she is ready to go to bed at night.
The T.V. is mine, but I no longer get to watch it, except in the latter morning when I get together with my brother. Because Bev has absolutely no social life and lives to watch T.V. until it is late enough into the latter afternoon for her to begin drinking her white wine, I have to resign myself to sitting here in my bedroom and watching any T.V. shows on my bedside computer.
She has her own T.V. in their bedroom, but it probably is not hooked up to cable, so she only watches that T.V. well into the evening if she has gotten too drunk to safely get up and down the stairs any longer.
My brother doesn't care ─ he goes away social drinking practically every early to mid-afternoon, returning at any point in the evening.
Yes, this is certainly the life (I say sarcastically) ─ I cannot properly express how pleased I am to have sacrificed to get where I am now at 75 years of age, massively in debt due to an aloof wife whom I allowed to walk all over me, and who am now a helpless prisoner of my circumstances who does not even drive and is thus housebound with two bad knees, one of which now prevents me from even walking much.
It seems that I am living as a sitting duck awaiting the collapse that is coming for us all ─ knowing it, but impotent to try and get away before it is too late.
Jeepers, and I only drank two beers!
I am going to try to be to bed by 10 p.m., although it is not too essential, for I may attempt some early morning local grocery shopping in the morning, and the store doesn't open until 8 a.m. Thus, it may not happen. Notwithstanding, I will not know until the morning, so I have no plans for any wee a.m. outings.
I believe I heard a can of beer get cracked open nigh 9:15 p.m., so my brother is likely back home. I shall remain sequestered here in my contained bedroom ─ I have no desire for a late night watching T.V. with him in his mentally reduced capacity.
Alright, enough ─ this post is getting published now at 9:43 p.m.
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