My 3 a.m. alarm roused me to get up for my outing to the sole remaining playground at the elementary school maybe ⅜ of a mile from here. I was to discover that my youngest stepson was apparently only then about to finally go to bed.
As usual, there was only a hint of coolness to the night air, and only wispy cloud in an otherwise dark night sky; I was to find the playground equipment dry of any condensation.
I truly do seem to be overtraining, for I could muster no more than six pull-ups in the initial of two sets, if I am remembering clearly; I managed the usual two pull-ups in the second set. As well, the two sets of chin-ups were unchanged at three and then two pull-ups. And ditto for the two sets of pull-ups between a pair of stationary half-rings ─ that is, two pull-ups in each.
As always, a 30-count separated the sets.
I had one further regular pull-up, then hung as best I could for a 50-count with lower legs cocked back to resist touching the ground.
I think that I managed eight slow, full-range, decline push-ups on a ramp.
Then my bad right leg allowed me to hobble slowly back home.
It was not much past 4:30 a.m. ─ too dark to yet water the front yard garden plants. Consequently I bided time here at my bedside computer until well after 5 a.m. before returning outside to tend to that lengthy chore (a half hour or so).
I wonder if I am misremembering that it may have been as late as 6:30 a.m. before I was back to bed?
Whatever the case, it was not too very long after 8 a.m. when I reluctantly rose after wrestling over the decision for a time. My younger brother was already downstairs watching T.V., but I waited until after 9 a.m. before joining him ─ there is always so much to do here at my bedside computer.
Note that my wife evidently had a full workday today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time. She rose just after 9:30 a.m. to shower and whatever else, leaving just after 10 a.m. on her rather long drive.
When my brother issued his invitation for me to begin operation of our Android TV Box, I started us off with 25 minutes (25:27) of nonsense published yesterday at BitChute's TheWarAgainstYou channel: Ancient Tumb of King Solomon Discovered? Proof of Ancient Demonology & Black Magick.
I have no interest in reproducing the video's fictitious description, so attend the link if this sort of thing interests you.
Coincidentally, I deem the deception being woven in that video to be perfectly in line with the topic of the next video we watched.
It was 37 minutes (37:39) and had been published two days ago to Rumble's Real Truth Real News channel: 🎬 Documentary: ‘Fall Of The Cabal Conclusion Part 4 ✶ New Age’ ✮⋆.
As we have seen so far in 4 part 'The Conclusion' series we have been lied to about almost everything. Our financial, military and religious system. Why not about New Age? What are the origins of New Age and what is it used for? This film takes you back into the roots of New Age, researching Blavatsky, Crowley, Steiner and Bailey. Discover how the narrative was folded into the 'new faith'. Find out what is true and what was meant as another control mechanism. Only when you know the truth, you will be able to really make choices about what you want to believe. When you know how you’ve been played with, you are free to decide which parts of New Age will still support you and which parts were meant to control you. You are free to decide what will work for you and what doesn’t.
Source: Cynthia Koeter on Substack: https://fallofthecabalofficial.substack.com
Cynthia is perfectly on track ─ since possibly as far back as the early 1970s I have been aware that the New Age movement is Satanically-inspired.
But carrying on, next I tuned in Juliet Bravo ─ episode nine ("Rage") of the first season. Actress Judy Liebert was absolutely fabulous as the overstressed mother ─ I cannot tolerate incessantly squalling toddlers and babies, so I felt deep sympathy for the attractive mother ("Kim").
Should you be interested, my source was on YouTube ─ quite possibly this one uploaded just last month on June 15 to the channel of Guy Crayford: Juliet Bravo-S1 E9.
I next tuned in a movie I had previous downloaded, but we had to break from it with a little more than an hour to go, so I will wait until we have watched it all before identifying it.
My brother had to take his bed rest; I had a meal and then was to bed after a nap. When I rose nigh 2:15 p.m., he was not here, so I rather hurried myself to ready for some backyard sunning. Unfortunately I failed to take note of my start time, but I have no doubt I was out there for the usual 1½ hours minimally.
Rather to my surprise, I found that my brother was home when I came back into the house. He had only been away on one or more errands.
As I worked on this post on this bath day, early into the evening he besought my help in another attempt to try to download his address or contacts list from his Samsung Rugby III SGH-A997D cellphone.
The last time I tried, I had downloaded an application called Smart Switch onto this computer as well as a laptop, but it would not recognize his phone.
This time I downloaded Samsung Kies onto the laptop, for my brother's phone happens to have the app already installed. I didn't bother also downloading it onto this computer, so I do not know the version I downloaded ─ might it have been 2.6?
Whatever the case, nothing I did would get my brother's phone recognized by the laptop.
I wasted maybe anywhere from one to 1½ hours on the fruitless project. We decided to maybe try it fresh tomorrow ─ he had bought a new Motorola that he was charging.
So I had a late bath, weighing around 175 pounds when stripped naked before setting foot into the tub; and at 9:12 p.m. right now, I have not supped. But I feel so damned stressed from the earlier frustration that I am only interested in having at least one Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) and watching a show here on my computer.
Back shortly.
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My viewing choice was The Guardian ─ episode 17 ("The Divide") of the first season. Always engrossing!
My source was this GOOJARA.to link.
I did hold myself to one can of beer, but I had to go something like 19 minutes dry of the 45-minute episode because the beer went down so smoothly. I damned near opened a bottle of wine ... or even Jack Daniels.
I've no plans for getting up in the wee a.m. ─ it's already 11 p.m. If I wake and find myself unduly hungry, I may rise to remedy that state, but we shall see.
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