Evening Rain

During the night I unset my 3 a.m. cellphone alarm, then moved it to 4 a.m. However, I later cancelled it completely. I was never feeling capable of rising in the wee a.m. to have any outing.

What the Hell's wrong with me?

Tonight I am going to ensure that I am most definitely to bed ahead of 10 p.m. ─ and none of that trying to cram in three shows over the evening first, nor a movie and a show. It takes too much time investment; and possibly the three cans of beer are also adversely affecting me overnight.

The cheque for the annual property taxes was negotiated today, so that debit dropped my account to something under $80. Had I gone out as I had meant to, I would have deposited my brother's contribution cheque of something over $1,500, so I must do my best to achieve the deposit tonight. I cannot do it tomorrow night because I have the Thursday 8 a.m. physiotherapy assessment appointment to evaluate my damaged right leg.

It was (I think) a little after 6:30 a.m. when I rose this morning, dressing and then going outside to water the front yard garden plants. Then I forced myself to have an exercise session in the backyard tool shed.

The usual 31 full flat-footed squats and then six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups (five and then two pull-ups in the first two sets; three and then two chin-ups in the middle two sets; and two pull-ups between a pair of bars in each of the final two sets).

I may have only bothered holding the dead hang of the very last pull-up for a 45 count, but it's possible I bore it out for an 80-count ─ I honestly no longer remember.

My younger brother was to emerge from his bedroom around 7:50 a.m. Nevertheless, I never went downstairs to join him for some T.V. until at least 8:40 a.m.

He tired of the news programmes he'd been watching and invited me to fire up our Android TV Box, so I did and led us off with a 10-minute video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's The WhatsHerFace Show: Internet trends I HATE!

Ah, the internet. What was once a promising global library for knowledge has become a seizure inducing babysitter for toddlers with a phone addiction. The internet went from a magical place for cat videos, conspiracy forums, and dial-up screeches, into a performative dumpster fire.

In today’s episode, we take a dive deep into a digital circus where every trend is somehow more unhinged than the last. While morning routines involve a 12-step skincare routine with a ring light and a full film crew and where influencers have resorted to fondling avocados like its Harvey Weinstein's casting couch.

And don’t forget the health influencers, who now eat nothing but air, sunlight, and a $37 mushroom latte blessed by a Peruvian shaman. Gut health? Never better. Brain cells? Questionable.

So grab your overpriced adaptogen smoothie, put on your tightest apron, and join us for a tour through the absolute worst corners of modern internet trends. Welcome to the Internet... but worse!

Then it was on to a 40-minute (40:51) video streamed yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: Joining Shadoe Davis on his show. Talking Global Vax series.

I followed that excellent video with Seal Team ─ episode six ("Hold What You Got") of season two.

The next item I tuned in was left to finish another day, for my brother wanted his bed rest. I will report on the video when we are done watching it.

Note that my wife had a full workday today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, but apart from her general good morning greeting to my brother and I as she came down the stairs, and then her "Bye" similarly delivered as she left on her fairly long drive reasonably soon past 10 a.m., she and I never communicated.

I had a light midday meal and was to bed for my nap just past 1 p.m. ─ later than I wanted, for I intended to sun even though there seemed a fair amount of wispy cloud about. My brother had still not emerged from his bedroom when I applied for that nap, but he was gone for a bus to engage his social drinking when I rose well past 2 p.m.

I was to put in just over 1½ hours of sunning beginning around 2:23 p.m., but the wispy cloud began overtaking the sky and by the time I was into the last part of my session the sky was basically overcast. But with my physiotherapy assessment due in two mornings, I want to maintain as much suntanning as possible.

At present it is 6:45 p.m., so I am going to round up a bit of supper and watch a show here on my bedside computer whilst enjoying a beer. And so a break from this post.

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I had no sooner taken my break when I realized that it was raining ─ and quite hard. It was not to last more than a half hour or so, I suppose. I just wonder if ─ should I actually get up at 3 a.m., if not before ─ will there be a recurrence? I would like to be able to have some exercise at the elementary school's remaining playground (even if it is only designed for the earlier grades of kids).

Anyway, after a reasonable meal, I tuned in Superman & Lois ─ episode 14 ("The Eradicator") of the first season. And of course, I had a can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol).

I am fed right up with the "Edge" character ─ I despise this tact of having some villain who just goes on and on from episode to episode. I want the guy dead and gone!

Most people will not understand that he symbolizes some daemonic being, if not even Satan; and that his "powers" to subjugate people with his affiliated controlling entities from his home world is daemonic possession.

So it utterly disgusts me, and I abhor the storyline and want it done.

Why is DC so damned sick?

If interested, my episode source was this GOOJARA.to link.

I saw that my brother was probably newly home once the episode had ended.

In the bid to ensure that I would be getting to bed well before 10 p.m., I abstained from a second show and beer. And of course I remained shut up here in my bedroom to separate myself from my brother who I noticed around mid-evening was passed out in front of the T.V.

By the way, I think by then some further rain was prevailing outside, but not as heavily as earlier ─ but I could be wrong about that intensity. The plants everywhere certainly do need it, so I am not begrudding it.

I am going to end this post here and publish it, clearing the way for an easy transition in a short while to my properly timed bedtime for a change. Right now, it is 9:28 p.m.