Devastating Swords of Damocles

I felt a little surprised that my 5 a.m. alarm this morning actually woke me, for I do not believe that I had gotten to bed any later than 11 p.m.

I bided time here at my bedside computer until after 5:30 a.m. when it had become light enough outside that I could see clearly enough to water the front yard garden plants ─ likely it was nearer 6 a.m. than 5:30 a.m.

When that was done, I visited the backyard tool shed, but I found ─ as yesterday ─ that I cannot sustain the strain of achieving what had come to be my expected norms in six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups.

So I settled. I had four sets of pull-ups (3-2-2-2 repetitions) then three sets of chin-ups (2-2-2 repetitions); and the usual two sets of pull-ups between a pair of bars (two repetitions in each), holding the dead hang of the final pull-up for a 50-count.

Then the 31 full flat-footed squats to work my bad right leg (20 assisted; 10 unassisted; and one unassisted held in the squat posture for a 100-count).

Towards 8 a.m. I intended to hike the half mile or so to do some local grocery shopping, for the store opens at that hour.

The day was clearly going to be another brilliantly hot and sunny one.

By 7:30 a.m. I had burned out ─ no bloody way I could confront the world on such a morning, even if a Sunday. I needed gloom ─ even rain would have been preferable.

I felt so unnaturally tired.

And so I returned to bed for about an hour. There would be no shopping today.

When next I rose around 8:30 a.m., my younger brother was downstairs watching T.V. I soon enough joined him, and a little ahead of 9 a.m. he turned the T.V. over to me so that I could work our Android TV Box.

First up was to be a 17-minute (17:40) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: "White Girl thrown out of DJ event…for a Black Braid?!"

My sympathies for the attractive brunette denied entry to the "2SLGBTIAQ+-friendly" event ... but why on Earth would she have ever wanted to attend anything like this in the first place if she was Straight (i.e., normal) ─ and pay $60 to do so?

My next video choice was 51 minutes (51:39) and had been uploaded yesterday to YouTube's Krayden's Right with David Krayden channel: You Won't Believe What Carney Said About Trump | Stand on Guard.

I tuned that one in because I'm honestly sweet on Katie Pasitney, but the quite lengthy video description does not mention her ─ it's focussed on weakling Marxist Carnage.

As a result, I also tuned in an 11-minute (11:25) video uploaded two days ago to YouTube's Rebel News channel: 'Devastating' blow to ostrich farm as high court upholds CFIA cull order.

http://SaveTheOstriches.com | Universal Ostrich Farms in rural Edgewood, B.C. was dealt a serious blow Thursday after a "devastating" Federal Court of Appeal decision, likely sentencing 400 healthy ostriches to death.

I sure as Hell wish that I was able-bodied and lived near there.

We also watched Marvel's Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. ─ episode seven ("Toldja") of season six.

I also re-watched the premiere episode of Whitney for my brother's sake to see if he enjoyed it anywhere near as much as I did a few evenings ago when I tried the series out.

Well, I saw no reactions from him whatsoever, and he did not say aught afterwards, so I am concluding that it just isn't for him. I shall hereafter watch it on my own.

I still declare that actress Whitney Cummings was devastatingly 'hot' in a sexy nurse costume and playing the sexpot role!

We finished up with the first half hour or so of a Joe Rogan show, but I won't mention it unless we continue with it ─ the video is around three hours long!

I'll ask my brother tomorrow if he wants to continue with it.

All else I will say of the hot day is that following my early afternoon nap, I put in something over 1½ hours of sunning. However, I just couldn't deal with later exercising in my wife's overheated vacant bedroom ─ it was far too stifling in there.

Concerning her, she has asked me for $500 to help her get a flight home to here from Thailand. I consulted with her youngest son, and he says to not do it. He knows he'll have to try and make up for mortgage shortfalls once my pension fails.

He even said that she needs to stay there until eventually she can afford to get back, whether it's by maybe getting $100 a month from us, and potentially borrowing from her sister and/or friends. But he's adamant that I not sacrifice $500 I ─ and by extension he ─ cannot afford.

So somehow I must convey that to her.

I want a drink. Right now it is 7:22 p.m., so I am going to take a break from blogging.

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And I just kicked over an open can of to-me expensive Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) because I wanted to make this blog update ─ why does blogging cost so damned much of my useless life?

I watched iZombie ─ episode seven ("Filleted to Rest") of season five. My source was this GOOJARA.to link.

Interesting enough, of course. But I wanted more to drink, for my poor wife had left me a Facebook Messenger text thanking me about the $500 and asking what I wanted her to bring me back from Thailand.

𝓕𝓾𝓬𝓴, 𝓘 𝓱𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓶𝔂 𝓖𝓸𝓭-𝓭𝓪𝓶𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓯𝓾𝓬𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮!

After pouring a glass tumbler of red wine (12% alcohol), I began watching The 100 ─ episode 12 ("Damocles – Part One") of season five.

My source was this GOOJARA.to link.

Is the viewing audience so bloody dense that "Octavia" and her conscience turnaround ─ after the uncountable numbers of her own people she has directly killed ─ suddenly makes her somehow identifiable and lovable again?

The bitch needs to die ─ I wanted it there in the gorge, but oh no!

At least the episode was more involving for me than of late. Incidentally, I think the "Clarke" character needs being rid of as well.

I likely had ¾ of the can of beer still remaining when I leapt into action and resurrected the fallen soldier, but I was so overwrought I poured the wine regardless.

Enough blogging. I'm going to shut down most of the open ... whatever ... on my computer and send forth the ill news to my wife.

There's a loving God?

It is 9:35 p.m.