As a result of not getting to bed last evening until just past 10:30 p.m., I had set my cellphone alarm for 3:30 a.m. But sleep was poor; and during a wakeful period when I peeked at the time and saw it to be around 2:45 a.m., I felt myself to be in no shape whatsoever to be getting up less than an hour later, so I cancelled the alarm.
I can only attribute the bad night's sleep to excessive heat ─ perhaps I should have had my ceiling fan running.
My morning began around 6:30 a.m. this sunny day when I rose and dressed to go outside to water front yard garden plants. I noticed the brown rabbit in the front yard of a house next door to us ─ it seems about a week since I last saw it.
The critter first showed up in the neighbourhood maybe a month ago.
After watering the front yard garden plants, I did the same for those in the backyard, and then I eased myself into some exercising in the tool shed, beginning with the 31 full flat-footed squats (20 assisted; 10 unassisted; and one held in the full squat for a 100-count before rising without assistance).
I then moved about outside for a bit to loosen up before tackling six sets of pull-ups with a 30-count between sets. These numbers seem to be my best and my norm lately: two sets of pull-ups (five and two repetitions); two sets of chin-ups (three and two repetitions); and two sets of pull-ups between two bars (two repetitions in each of the two sets), with a dead hang for a 70-count after completing the very final pull-up.
My younger brother was to rise right around 8 a.m. if not even before. I waited until nearly 9 a.m. before joining him for some T.V.
When he invited me to operate our Android TV Box, he offered that it shouldn't be anything too long because he wanted to return to bed to rest a little before he tackled the mowing of both of our lawns before the day got too hot out there.
My choice did not exceed and hour by too much (1:09:14), and had been published July 9 to Rumble's Vaccine Choice Canada channel: HPV VACCINE: HELPFUL OR HARMFUL? with DR. PAUL THOMAS.
Dr. Paul Thomas, pediatrician (retired), joined Ted Kuntz and Dr. Stephen Malthouse to examine the human papillomavirus (HPV) vaccine. Does it prevent cancer? Can it cause harm? Often administered at school, your child may receive this vaccine without your permission. Learn the facts that every parent of school-aged children needs to know!
Website: https://www.kidsfirst4ever.com/
It was a very good interview and presentation.
My brother then returned to his bedroom. Awhile later he did rise and went outside and got busy. However, after he had finished the backyard and was working on the front, the lawn mower conked out. He fussed some while, and then after he was back in the house, I heard him open a can of beer. Then a second one followed.
He then came back upstairs and announced that he was going to rest up further.
I had meantime involved myself with a few things here at my bedside computer, and then I chased after a nap, rising again maybe around 1:30 p.m.
My brother must have newly risen, for he was outside with a set of tools and actually managed to get the mower going and he then finished the job.
As I type these words at 2:21 p.m., he is in his bedroom and probably sprucing up to head out for a bus to take him off to commence his usual daily social drinking. Until he leaves, I feel too reluctant to involve myself in sunning.
I am going to break here from this post and bide some time.
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When my brother opened his third beer, I conjectured that he was likely home to stay (for a change). But I was going to sun regardless.
And so at 2:39 p.m. I began what I am sure was over 95 minutes of direct sunning, occasionally clenching my lower quadriceps muscles for my worth while seeking to elevate my lower leg, and basically 'waving' it upwards to some degree with as much control as I could muster.
It was work, and at times I was utterly determined to make the quadriceps perform that feat despite its abject inability.
When I later came back into the house following my sunning, I found that my brother had gone after all. So with a head-start of three cans of beer, he's likely to be getting pretty plastered.
Right now it is 5:51 p.m., and I have had some exercise in my wife's vacant bedroom. She had a full workday scheduled, so she was out of her bedroom this morning by around 9:30 a.m. to shower and otherwise ready, and then left quite soon after 10 a.m. on her rather long drive.
I am going to have another blog break and watch a show here on my bedside computer ─ possibly even a Christmas movie, but maybe not.
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Well, I did watch a Christmas movie, having two cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) and my sensible-sized supper during it.
I discovered my brother to be home thereafter ─ maybe around 8:10 p.m.
The movie was 2018's A Snow White Christmas. It was sappier than usual, but I understood the intended tie-ins with the Snow White fairy tale, so I was tolerant. A few times the movie even tugged at my emotions a little.
As for lead actress Michelle Randolph, only now do I see that I know her from the T.V. series 1923 ─ which my brother and I are slowly getting through. She played the fiancée of the youngest Dutton man, and had a very dramatic sequence wherein she was attacked by a potentially rabid wolf and thereafter is subjected to a series of the excruciating abdominal injections ─ no way I could possibly have ever equated the two actresses as being the same person!
My Christmas movie source was this OK.ru link.
I needed more, for it was too early for bed. I plan to do some early shopping locally, and the store doesn't open until 8 a.m. Thus, no walk anywhere else, nor will I likely bother myself with any substitute exercising in the tool shed. So rising at 6 a.m. ought to suffice.
I chose iZombie ─ episode four ("dot zom") of season five. And so went my third can of beer. I only have nine cans left, so likely when next my brother drives off to replenish his supply, I will go along. I cannot handle a four-mile round trip walk ─ especially bearing two dozen cans of beer.
My iZombie source was this GOOJARA.to link.
Since the latter afternoon, there has been some sort of karaoke driveway party going on with a huge group of what I suspect are Filipino attendees. The singing is loud and dreadful, originally starting off with a female doing a number of casual pop hits from the past 40 years or so ─ everyone there being South Asian, one could almost imagine that cats were being painfully slaughtered for the barbecue.
I say that jocularly, of course. At least these dear people are clearly entirely Western, despite their atrocious vocal skills. I would far rather hear their musical entertainment than the wailing babel the Sikhs and Muslims blare forth hereabouts.
It is late enough ─ I shall endeavour bed once I shut down the various browsers and tabs, and various apps that I have open. At present, the time is 10:39 p.m.
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