For the second consecutive evening (yesterday), events conspired to keep me from getting to bed until something like 10:30 p.m. or even later, so I never bothered setting my cellphone alarm. Yet at one point I did check the time before it was yet 4 a.m., so I could have risen, but I just did not feel up to it.
Nevertheless, I did rise a little later ─ maybe around 4:30 a.m. And well past 5 a.m. ─ more like 5 :30 a.m. ─ I was out front watering the garden plants.
After that came some exercise in the backyard tool shed ... with a small difference. I had the usual initial two sets of pull-ups (five and then two repetitions), but I surprised myself by finding the wherewithal to manage three chin-ups in the next two sets instead of the usual three and then two repetitions. And I finished with the usual two repetitions in both of the final two sets of pull-ups between a pair of bars, and I held the dead hang of the last pull-up for a 50-count.
Then I undertook ─ in the house this time ─ the 31 full flat-footed squats to work my damaged right leg: 20 assisted squats, then 10 unassisted, and one unassisted held in the squat position for a 100-count.
Later I was to decline, and right after 8 a.m. I had to lie down and risk napping even though I realized that my younger brother was stirring and set to emerge from his bedroom for coffee and T.V.
I did possibly drift off, rousing very shortly after 9 a.m. So I pulled myself together and went downstairs to join him.
We were to only watch three videos, beginning with a short (9:46) one published two days ago to Rumble's Truths Unlimited channel: An Incredible Story of a Man Curing His COPD with DMSO!
This is an incredible story of a man curing his COPD with DMSO which matches what many readers have told me DMSO did for their asthma or COPD. Incredibly, 50 years of data shows DMSO heals the lungs, but the FDA has buried it and left many to suffer in silence for decades.🧵
https://www.frontnieuws.com/dmso-voor-aandoeningen-van-de-luchtwegen-onderzoek-en-patientenverslagen-over-copd-astma-en-longherstel/
SOURCE: https://old.bitchute.com/video/kLGXWISh9Htz/
Our second video was 12 minutes (12:29) uploaded yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: Trump drains the blood right out of Ursula in a humiliating presser.
Then I tuned in a 43-minute (43:26) video published yesterday to Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel: Smoking Gun! Mainstream News Reported Autism Study Done Fraudulently. Will They Retract?
More Scientists Call For Retraction. A MUST WATCH.
Also- Farmer Asking Why The Hell There Is So Much Aluminum On His Soil...
My brother was to watch ─ at best ─ maybe the first half. He disappeared upstairs for some while, then came back down dressed to be going somewhere. To my surprise, he announced that he was about to head south into Washington State to visit his daughter and her young son born just two or three months ago.
So that was it for morning T.V.
I had eaten before crashing earlier and needing to return to my bed, so I was now free to have my nap earlier than usual. My wife had risen around 11 a.m., but I sought my nap at 11:30 a.m. or soon thereafter, and remained in bed until 1 p.m. ─ I honestly thought that I was napping longer than that.
It developed that my wife never worked today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time. In fact, she will not be working again until well into September.
More on that in a bit.
I had my 1½ hours of afternoon sunning, basically from 1:48 - 3:20 p.m. When I was done, I thought that my wife had probably gone to work the latter part of the day. But as I began working on a post in my private blog, I heard her talking downstairs ... and she had her dear friend Ui with her.
Anon they went into the backyard to sit in the shade and have a meal together while enjoying a bottle of red wine. I joined them, bringing the Chile wine Palo Alto that I have now sampled for three consecutive days ─ I will be finishing the bottle today.
Ui was here to take my wife back into Vancouver with her, for probably late tomorrow or else into the wee a.m. of August 1st, my wife will be catching a flight to begin her trip back home to Thailand to visit her mother and other family (and friends) near Udon Thani City.
She will be gone for five weeks. Meantime, her youngest son will have full use of her car.
Ui and my wife left here for Vancouver around 5 p.m. or soon after with lots of goodbyes and hugs. Ui promised that she wants to have a barbecue party here in September after my wife is back, and possibly Ui will even set up a tent in the backyard so that she can comfortably spend the night ─ she loves her red wine.
I really like Ui.
Had I not had that drink of wine with them, seeing my wife off would have had more of a nasty aftermath ─ a strong sense of loss ─ for me than it did.
Anyway, I will not be exercising in her vacant bedroom. Right now it is 6:53 p.m., so I am taking a blogging break to round up a small supper, and then I will watch a show here on my bedside computer ─ probably two shows ─ and indulging in more drinking. The wine, certainly; but I also want to put away a pair of cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol).
As for my brother, I have seen nothing of him since he left, but I expect that he returned while I was sunning and then left to catch public transit so that he could go social drinking.
🔵🔵🔵
With Bev apparently occupying the kitchen, my supper was delayed while I tuned in Blood Ties ─ episode six ("Love Hurts") of the first season.
Lord, Christina Cox was one gorgeously fit babe! None of the relatively frustrated hot wealthy suburban housewives even approached her in the physique department.
I watched the episode and found that my brother was home and watching T.V. with Bev, but regardless I went downstairs to gather up the meagrest of suppers ─ a wedge of extra old cheddar cheese and an apple.
Bev ─ after observing me hobbling down the stairs as is my fashion now ─ claimed that my youngest stepson is also lame, having injured a knee playing soccer. Supposedly he cannot bend the leg at that joint.
Well, he was present when my wife left with Ui, and I noticed nothing amiss.
So I don't know. Bev was into her white wine.
It took no time to have my 'supper'; then I tuned in Heimebane ─ episode five ("Fair Play") of the first season.
Hey, I may not know any Norwegian and do not like having to read subtitles, but this episode got so exciting during the football (soccer) match that I was a devoted fictional "Varg" team fan ─ Hell, I came to tears I got so damned involved!
In fact, with the episode ─ and a second can of beer and the last of my Palo Alto red wine drunk ─ I had to do some research to an open Wikipedia tab to have my memory jogged as to what show I had watched earlier.
That is absolutely impressive!
My episode source for Heimebane was this WLEXT.is link, but I had to contend with undesirable advertisement popups before getting the video player running and enlarged to full-screen; nevertheless it played problem-free thereafter.
I wish my life was not so pathetically limited and isolated. I do not want to say aught further in that context.
The urge is present to dare yet a third show and more drink, but I durst not.
I do not hold much faith in my likelihood of rising to have a wee a.m. outing despite the relatively early hour, so I am not going to set my cellphone alarm for 3 a.m. nor any other point overnight.
Right now it is 9:44 p.m., and I am shutting things down here on my computer.
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