For a second consecutive night I opted to sleep in due to failing to get to bed until too much after 10 p.m.
Nevertheless, I rose this morning around 5:50 a.m. and dressed to get outside to water the front yard garden plants, for it was to be another hot, sunny day.
After the watering, I went out to the backyard tool shed for what has become the usual workout session there:
- 31 squats (20 assisted; 10 unassisted; one held for a 100-count before rising)
- Pull-ups: two sets (five and two repetitions)
- Chin-ups: two sets (three and two repetitions)
- Pull-ups between two bars: two sets (two repetitions in each sets, with a dead hang at the end for a 45-count).
As always, a 30-count separates the sets.
I felt better-slept than I did yesterday morning, so I never felt recourse to lie down ere my younger brother's emergence from his bedroom for the morning.
He was to do so early enough that he had rightful claim to the T.V., but I never joined him until well past 9 a.m. to minimize my exposure to the infernal "morning show" nonsense he always tunes in.
Then at its first commercial break when he invited me to start working our Android TV Box, I led us off with a nearly three-hour video that I cautioned was highly suspect for believability ─ it had been published two days ago at Rumble's TheWarAgainstYou channel: The First Time, Zep Tepi & The Shemsu-Hor. PART 1 FIRST HALF. Ancient Royal Dragon Bloodlines.
The description ─ by my estimation ─ does not merit repeating here.
Apart from the subject matter being hokum as far as I am concerned, the narrator's speaking style was to me intolerable. The guy cannot speak a simple sentence all the way through ─ he has to keep pausing every few words (sometimes after a single word) as if there are commas everywhere. It was absolutely annoying and too distracting for me to try and follow.
My brother is more open to esoteric nonsense like the video was supposed to be about, but when after a half hour the narrator was still yapping on about what the video was going to be about, even my brother outburst with something like, "Get on with it!"
It's possible that he lasted 40 minutes into the video before admitting that he had seen enough. It was just say-nothing talk with nothing but probable AI-generated screen shots and even video snippets that had absolutely no context.
So I got us out of the waste of time and tuned in Doc Martin ─ episode three ("The Tameness of a Wolf") of season six.
Now that was proper entertainment!
I followed it with a 37-minute (37:25) video uploaded October 12, 2013, to YouTube's The Best Film Archives channel: Air Campaign of Operation Desert Storm | 1991 | US Air Force Documentary.
This film is a documentary on the air campaign of the Operation Desert Storm in 1991. Air commanders discuss the planning and execution of the air campaign. Interviews taken shortly after the cease fire provide an in-depth look at airlift and various other air operations of the coalition led by the United States.
The air campaign started on 17 January, 1991. It was commanded by USAF Lieutenant General Chuck Horner, who briefly served as Commander-in-Chief - Forward of U.S. Central Command while General Schwarzkopf was still in the United States. The British air commanders were Air Vice-Marshal Andrew Wilson (to 17 November) and Air Vice-Marshal Bill Wratten (from 17 November). The air campaign largely finished by 23 February 1991 when the coalition invasion of Kuwait took place.
The video that came next had to be left incompletely-watched so that my brother could have some further bed rest. I will report on it when we have finished with it.
I expect that my wife only had to work the latter part of today. She had emerged from her bedroom before I took my needed nap. I spent a little time with her out front as she did a wee bit of gardening.
She was still present after my nap, fussing in her bedroom. It was 2:30 p.m. when I began my sunning, and I did so until 4:07 p.m. During that time my wife had left. Normally if she is scheduled to work, she will leave shortly past 3 p.m., so I expect that is what manifested.
We have lost much communication with one another many years back, alas.
Since her bedroom was available, towards 6 p.m. I had a little session of exercise in it. And now at 6:54 p.m. I am going to break from his post and watch a show here on my bedside computer so that I can justify a beer. I will also likely indulge in some red wine.
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My dear wife phoned me at 7:10 p.m. to request that I put a little bag of fresh red chilies from where she had it in a fridge drawer, and into the icebox for better preservation. She then encouraged me to avail myself of food she had brought home last night while I was shut up into my bedroom for the night.
My first show this evening was Heimebane (Home Ground), a Norwegian T.V. series I have grown to enjoy very much, despite all of the subtitling I need to keep track of. This was my fourth episode ("Medgangssupportarar") of the first season.
I had my eyes burning from emotion a few times ─ not bad at all for a show in a language I cannot understand by ear.
My source for the episode was this WLEXT.is link. I probably had to shut down as many as five new browsers that the website kept popping up for alternate websites anytime my cursor touched the video play area.
I drank a can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) and much of a glass of red wine, as well as had a small supper.
The wine was from an opened bottle that has been sitting in my wife's bedroom for a week or so, and for the past two days has just been uncovered ─ i.e., nothing over the spout. I am surmising that she has lost interest in it, but I did not wish to just assume so and retain the bottle for my own use.
Incidentally, when the episode was over, I found that my brother was home from wherever he has bused for his daily social drinking early this afternoon. He was passed out in the living room where Bev was watching T.V.
Feeling I had lots of time and a hankering for more, I tuned in FBI: International ─ episode two ("The Other Hard Part") of season four.
As I wrote when I watched the first episode of this season, I always felt actor Jesse Lee Soffer to be a weak link in the Chicago P.D. series, but he is definitely making me a fan in this series. His character in this episode had to protect a young orphan teen while they ran away from a determined assassin, and the young girl truly caught my heart ─ the actress was Casey Hilton.
Her character was a virtual tigress ─ my God, I wanted to adopt her! With the loyalty of someone like her, I can't imagine what I could have done with my life were I younger.
Anyway, my episode source was this GOOJARA.to link.
I finished the glass of wine, and of course had a second can of beer.
And I have blogged enough for today ─ it is 10:09 p.m.
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