😈😈😈Always Falling👹👹👹

Although my cellphone may have been set for 3:30 p.m. overnight, at some much earlier point after realizing I was awake with no likelihood of soon sleeping again, I checked the time to discover that it may have only been 2:18 a.m.

I lay some time longer, but could not reconcile continuing. Either I cancel my alarm and gain as much sleep as possible, or else I rise and get a head start on things.

So I rose.

My youngest stepson was apparently just then shutting down everything below and going to bed.

I made the ¾-mile round trip walk to the elementary school playground to try once again to maintain my numbers there in six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups. I had weighed myself attired just as I would be when exercising, and was pretty much encroaching 181 pounds.

I forgot yesterday to mention that when stripped naked for my bath, I was doing the same for the 176-pound mark.

The equipment was dry at the playground ─ always a most welcome feature. But attaining seven pull-ups in the first set was just about everything I had in me. Even so, I managed the two pull-ups typical of the second set; and then the usual three chin-ups in both the third and fourth sets.

At this point my breathing was laboured, and the humidity of the night was causing me to develop a moist sheen.

With the 30-count pause expiring that I take between sets, I began the two sets of pull-ups between a pair of fairly stationary half-rings ─ I normally manage two pull-ups in each set.

But I was bagged. I managed one barely won pull-up and was just beginning the second when all heart left me and I failed.

I think that I took a 60-count, and then managed two pull-ups in both of the remaining two sets.

Then with another 30-count expiring, I tried a dead hang from a metal bar ─ the last two times I hit a 90-count, but I had rested as much as 1½ minutes first. This time I surrendered at a 70-count.

I finished up with the usual 10 slow full-range decline push-ups on a nearby metal ramp, starting them maybe a couple of minutes after the dead hang.

My bad right knee is seriously slowing me down when I walk. It's disheartening ─ anything far is out of reach because of the time it would cost me. As well, my jarring, plodding walking style would be too traumatic on me for any great length of time.

Back home I decided to water a large rectangular plot of garden in the front yard lawn even though it was still night, for there are no longer any actual blooms that would be at risk from being blasted with a harsh stream of hose water.

But I saved the other garden areas that are full of blooming flowers for when I could see clearly to water safely. As it turned out, that now does not happen until nearly 6 a.m., and even then it is heavily gloomy ─ the nights are growing dramatically longer.

I now forget, but I may have returned to bed fairly soon past 7 a.m.

And I was up again ahead of 8:30 a.m. ─ my younger brother was downstairs watching T.V., but I did not venture downstairs to join him until just past 9 a.m.

At his invitation to start operating our Android TV Box, I led us off with a 34-minute (34:06) video published earlier today to BitChute's Progressive Truth Seekers channel: How Europe's Elites Get Rich On Invading Countries - While Their People Suffer.

Journalistically Speaking with Rick Sanchez

Europe's elites are not interested in the well-being of their own people, but when it comes to invading countries, they are the first to call on the people to make sacrifices.

Journalistically Speaking host, Rick Sanchez interviews Brazilian journalist Pepe Escobar about this growing issue, along with the recent raid of John Bolton's home and the latest on the Israeli genocide of Palestinians, in Gaza.

There is more to the video description, including various reference links, so refer directly to it if curious.

We were to also watch a 1¼-hour (1:17:33) video streamed yesterday to YouTube's Redacted channel: HIGH ALERT! DID UKRAINE JUST DECLARE WAR ON HUNGARY? ZELENSKY DEMANDS MORE CASH FROM NATO | REDACTED.

We finished with Seal Team ─ episode seven ("Outside the Wire") of season two.

My brother thereafter returned to his bedroom for further rest. I deviantly debauched. I never sought my nap until maybe 1:30 p.m., sabotaging my afternoon sunning.

It was to happen that I did pull myself together around 2:20 p.m. and rose, but I was despondent and crestfallen. Sunning consistently as I have largely been doing requires almost a steely dedication because there is no longer anything pleasant about it. We have no backyard privacy, for one thing.

So I wrote the session off.

One good thing about having done so was that I was able to have some exercise in my wife's vacant bedroom (primarily for the working of my damaged right leg) before the westerly Sun had yet flooded into it with brilliance and oppressive heat.

And now at 5:15 p.m. I am going to break from this post and seek some moral restoration by watching a Christmas movie while enjoying some drink. I am determined for once to be in bed well before 10 p.m. so that I can rise at 3 a.m. for another outing to the school playground. My supper will be exceptionally meagre, so that may benefit me in the wee a.m.

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I selected 2018's Christmas Cupid's Arrow ─ and I loved it!

The lead character was played by actress Elisabeth Harnois, whom I cannot claim to have any familiarity with. And initially she didn't much attract me, but I soon recognized how beautiful the actress truly was.

And how could I be unfamiliar with her when she has such lengthy acting credentials?

And then there was her best friend played by English supporting actress Sasha Jackson ─ also unknown to me, but such a desirable young thing!

Both of these actresses are now on my impossibly long list of actors whose work I want to one day watch.

My movie source was this uFLIX.to link.

I drank two cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) during the flick. And although I never had any emotional breakdowns, I was completely invested in the feature. I could easily watch it again the coming Christmas season in the proper company.

Next I tuned in FBI: Most Wanted ─ episode 22 ("Heaven Falling") and season four finale.

And I see that actress Alexa Davalos participated no further in the series. If I correctly remember, I only began watching the series because she was in it ─ I thought that she was fabulous in The Man in the High Castle.

Oh well, I never cared for her role in this series ─ she was too uni-dimensional. Her character had absolutely no substance.

And I knew she was 'hot' ─ there was no trace of that in this series.

I drank another can of beer plus a glass tumbler of Sommet Rouge (12% alcohol). I want to drink and watch more, but I have to begin closing shop here on my bedside computer and hope for the best in the wee a.m.

My supper was just a can of sardines and an apple.

'Tis 9:21 p.m.