Farewell Jack Frost

Whether my cellphone alarm was set for 3 or 3:30 a.m. last night did not matter. I believe that it was around 2:28 or 2:38 a.m. that I checked the time after some wakefulness; and then after maybe another eight or so minutes once I realized I was not likely to find sleep again before my alarm sounded, I rose.

It was either do that, or else cancel the alarm in favour of needed sleep.

And so anon I was on my way to the elementary school playground maybe ⅜ of a mile distant to have some exercise ─ since the start of this month I have had to use the little kids' playground, for the playground of the older kids' was utterly removed. All that remains is its sawdust surface.

There was nothing remarkable about my workout: seven and then two pull-ups in the first two sets; three and then two chin-ups in the second two sets; and then two pull-ups in each of two sets that were performed between a pair of stationary half-rings.

I think I did a dead hang for a 58-count from a slick yellow-painted bar before I had slipped too far off it; then I came close to matching it with another hang from something else before I went over to a ramp and eked out eight slow full-range decline push-ups.

My damned damaged right leg sure does 𝔣𝔲𝔠𝔨 up my ability to walk. I am so pathetically slow as I hobble along.

I felt it to still be too dark to water the front yard garden plants, so I spent time here at my bedside computer until about 5 a.m. before tending to that chore.

I forget if I got back to bed ahead of 6 a.m. or not. And it may have been around 8:18 a.m. when I later rose, mistakenly believing that my younger brother was already up and watching T.V. He was not actually to emerge from his bedroom until maybe 9:45 a.m.

Incidentally, my wife never came home last night. One of her two closest friends was evidently celebrating a birthday yesterday.

Anyway, I was prepared for my brother's appearance, and was all set to use our Android TV Box tp lay a three-minute video clip from a recent interview Shawn Ryan had of Gavin Newsom ─ I can't stand watching that slick bastard's theatrical hand gestures and studied facial expressions, so the full interview was nothing I could have ever bore watching. But I wondered on his response on this question ─ the clip had been published yesterday to Rumble's Sunfellow On COVID-19 channel: Joe Rogan To Gavin Newsom: Do You Feel Any Remorse For Forcing Children To Get COVID Jabs? 

On July 15, 2025 the Vigilant Fox @VigilantFox writes:

Joe Rogan ambushes Gavin Newsom via text with a pointed COVID question, asking if he feels any remorse for his draconian decisions to force jabs on kids and enrich Big Pharma.

"Who will be held accountable for mandating COVID-19 vaccines for children, which were unnecessary and ineffective, and who will take responsibility for the unprecedented increases in myocarditis and cancer cases among them?" Rogan asked.

"Second to that," he added, "do you feel any remorse for that draconian decision that was obviously heavily influenced by the pharmaceutical companies' desire for maximum profit?"

Watch Newsom's desperate attempt to avoid accountability as he defends lockdowns, vaccine mandates, and the damage those policies caused.

Source:
https://x.com/VigilantFox/status/1945255713581748548

Then I tuned in a fabulous interview ─ the 53-minute video had been streamed yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: Time for answers Global News. You Whipped Up the Fear That Took Him.

I speak to Dan Hartman, the father that lost his son, Sean Hartman after taking the medical experiment he was forced to take.

MY LINK  to X in case, I feel I want to have a more free conversation.
https://x.com/AnitaKrishna1

Poor open-hearted Anita actually cried at one point in the interview, which broke up Dan as well ─ it was so dear to witness.

The next video was to be our last, for it ran till 12:15 or even 12:20 p.m. It was A Touch of Frost ─ the series finale episode "If Dogs Run Free (Part Two)". What a sad ending to long-suffering character DS (Detective Sergeant) George Toolan ─ and he never got to be promoted to DI (Detective Inspector).

I want to break here to watch a show on my bedside computer while enjoying a can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol). This has been a bath day; so atop just over 1½ hours of backyard sunning, time has run away on me, and it is already 7:45 p.m. and my brother is back from busing away to social drink somewhere.

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My wife and I exchanged a few texts in the early evening after I discovered her first text from 4:23 p.m. that I had failed to notice. Essentially she was alerting me to what dishes in the fridge were left by her that I should be freely availing myself of.

I tuned in The Rookie ─ episode three ("Out of Pocket") of season seven. As ever, entertaining all the way through!

My source was this GOOJARA.to link.

One can of beer did not seem adequate, so despite knowing I would be sitting up later than would allow for any sort of early a.m. outing, I next tuned in Doom Patrol ─ episode five ("Paw Patrol") of the first season.

Considering the episode was over 55 minutes without any commercial breaks, I rather marvel that I held myself to just one further can of beer.

As I alternately stood and sat here before my computer screen in my darkened bedroom watching the magic of the show, I found myself some wholly drawn to both actresses April Bowlby and Diane Guerrero.

I am so damned lonely for human heterosexual intimacy.

GOOJARA.to failed me early on, so my flawless source thereafter was this uFLIX.to link.

By the way ─ stripped down for my bath in the earliest evening I was no worse than 175 pounds.

It's just about bedtime. The time is 11:12 p.m., so I shall be setting no alarms tonight.