Blocked In

As now seems usual, I was to bed by 10:10 p.m. or so last evening ─ always a little later than intended. My cellphone alarm was set for 3 a.m.

When I have too many blocks of sleep instead of a great long one, I start to become suspicious about how I can possibly have as many conscious breaks as I have had and still the hour of my alarm setting has not arrived.

So finally I peeked at the time ─ it was something like 2:26 a.m. Good enough ─ I chose to cancel my alarm and begin leisurely readying for my outing to the elementary school playground.

It was barely past 3 a.m. once I was on my way. The night air was mildly cool, the sky seemed quite clear, and there was pretty much a full orangish moon low in the southwestern sky.

As is common most July and August nights, the playground equipment was dry. However, I still have to use the younger kids' playground because that of the older kids was completely eradicated in early July, leaving nothing but the sawdust base.

This limitation impairs my potential. Everything is so low that I have to keep my lower legs lifted backwards to avoid ground contact, and that ─ albeit marginally ─ reduces focus and full potential ability.

I no longer seem able to just start exercising 'cold'. All of the anatomical structures most involved are deeply strained and sore, as well as stiff ─ this become immediately apparent as soon as I reach up to even grasp a bar, let alone apply any bodyweight to test the grip.

My numbers in the six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups were the same as yesterday's: six and then two pull-ups in the first two sets; three chin-ups in each of the middle two sets; and two pull-ups between a pair of half-rings in the final two sets. Each set has a 30-count of rest before the next set.

This time I took my time undertaking the dead hang. Had I been counting before starting the hang I could probably have hit 120 or more. Even so, I managed a 90-count dead hang, and likely would have shot for 100 but by then my lower legs were starting to allow my feet to sag from behind and have the tips of my hikers skim the ground.

As said, I need equipment that allows me proper elevation ─ not a child's set-up.

I finished up with eight slow full-range decline push-ups on a ramp before struggling back up to my feet and making ready to slowly hobble on back home.

I forgot to weigh myself fully clothed to see what overall bodyweight I had been exercising with. Yesterday I believe that I may have been as much as 184 pounds fully clothed (sans a jacket, of course).

It was too dark to water front yard garden plants once I was home. I actually held up well (as opposed to declining) such that ere quite 5:15 a.m. I was game on taking care of that chore. However, upon making my way downstairs I realized that it was still remarkably dark outside.

I dawdled for a bit, then went outside into the deep gloom. Normally I can do the job in a half hour, but this time I bet it took me nearer an hour. Still, I think that being exposed to the beginning of the dawn for so much time was beneficial for me in terms of health.

I had reconciled that I would resume afternoon sunning today following a four-day break, but that was not to be the case. The afternoon never fully cleared in time to be encouraging. I have absolutely no desire to waste my time sitting under cloud cover, and such was extensive in all directions even well after 3 p.m. (I am typing these words at 3:34 p.m. and all is shaded outside).

Sure, there are occasional lengthy breaks when blue sky and sunshine appear, but the cloud cover always overcomes the gaps.

So now I am experiencing a fifth consecutive non-sunning day.

Back to the morning in my account, though. I never returned to bed until after 7 a.m.

Very soon I was aware that my younger brother was emerging from his bedroom for the morning to watch T.V. news and have some instant coffee.

I managed to lapse into a nap, and this made me believe that possibly by then it was around 9 a.m., but upon sitting up and checking, I saw that it was not yet 8 a.m.

I lay awhile longer, but resolved that it was best that I rise and tend to a few things here at my bedside computer before going downstairs to join my brother ─ which I did no later than 8:50 a.m. Despite that, after 9 a.m. arrived, I still had to put up with too many minutes of the insufferably banal Global Morning Show that he seems always needing to sample like some ageing housewife.

That he is a 73-year-old man makes me ashamed of him for this ─ it is a testament to some of the brain damage his heavy daily drinking has wrought.

When he did turn the T.V. over to me so that I could operate our Android TV Box, I led us off with a 19-minute (19:25) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: BUTT OUT! "Carney's Awkward Pride + $25K fine? Houston we have a problem.

Camping, hiking ban in Nova Scotia, Tim Houston, NS Premier faces huge backlash.
Carney awkward pride appearance in Vancouver

Then it was a 36-minute video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's Juno News channel: Based prof HUMILIATES CBC reporter, leaves her in tears over unmarked graves LIES.

On today’s episode of the Candice Malcolm Show, Candice revisits the 2021 moral panic surrounding the unmarked graves. She discusses the original claims and how the legacy media blew it out of proportion and helped turn it into a hoax.

Candice corrects the record by demonstrating with facts and research that no remains have been found to-date at Indian Residential Schools. She talks about the book Grave Error, which meticulously documents the historical background of these residential schools and debunks the false media narratives, including the outrageously false claim that genocide occurred.

Candice welcomes one of the authors of this book, Professor Frances Widdowson, who has been travelling the country and trying to set the record straight and insert truth back into the conversation.

You can watch Frances’ full documentary here:    • WHAT REMAINS: Exposing the Kamloops Mass G...

That was followed by a video exceeding an hour (1:05:03) that had been published May 15 to Rumble's Rebel News channel: Plaasmoorde: The Killing Fields (2018) Katie Hopkins' documentary about South Africa.

NOTE: This documentary was originally published in September 2018

Plaasmoorde: The Killing Fields is a world-first — a documentary that goes well beyond polite interviews in safe places and deep into uncomfortable places, where the heart of the truth lives. Included in this groundbreaking work are interviews with active farm attackers and serving police officers who confirm corrupt police are complicit in the mass-slaughter of South Africa’s whites.

MORE: http://www.KillingFieldsMovie.com

I think by the time this excellent documentary had ended it was only around 11:10 a.m., but my brother was ready for more bed rest.

This allowed me to seek an early nap ─ possibly I was to bed ere the strike of noon. Notwithstanding, despite what seemed a good nap, I was up again before quite 1 p.m. ─ although it did take me a minute or two to find it within me to rally and rise.

My brother had not yet left to catch a bus to go social drinking, but I realized regardless that I was going to have an especially early start to the planned sunning. However, there was sufficient cloud around that I decided to first create a post at my private blog.

My brother soon enough left, but still the sky refused to sufficiently clear.

And now at 4:40 p.m., I can see no clearance anywhere in the overcast sky ─ the afternoon has worsened instead of clearing up.

So with that pointed out, I am now going to break for a while from this post and exercise in my wife's vacant bedroom, round up some supper, and even watch some T.V. here on my bedside computer to justify some Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) before I resume blogging.

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The first show I watched was Krypton ─ finale episode 10 ("The Phantom Zone") of the first season.

The episode was more riveting than other recent episodes, I would say. But it was a foul ending that Krypton would now be ruled by a glory-seeking tyrant whose sights are other worlds.

And I suppose the entirety of the next and final season is going to be this prick in episode after episode after episode ─ I hate this!

If interested, my episode source was this GOOJARA.to link. One can of beer sufficed, but of course I was not done, for the evening was too young.

Next up was Too Close to Home ─ episode three ("Blocked In") of season two. I am quite 'into' this series! And it took no time at all to entirely erase the unrealistic fiction of the series Krypton from my thoughts.

Years back when T.J. Hooker was current, I thought that Heather Locklear was such a babe! I guess in Too Close to Home she was around 55 or 56 years old, but there is nothing at all there about her that appeals to me now.

My episode source this time was this uFLIX.to link.

I could squeeze in yet another show and a third can of beer, but I don't want to do that. Danged if I know for certain what I will be doing in the a.m., but I am considering some local grocery shopping at the store approximately a half mile from here ─ the store opens at 8 a.m.

Much will depend on the effectiveness of my sleep. Right now it is 9:14 p.m., so I am going to wind down and ease the way to a pre-10 p.m. bedtime.

Incidentally, I heard my brother come into the house at 9:10 p.m.