Fall from Grace

My cellphone alarm roused me at 3:30 a.m. last night, but I had nothing ─ not the slightest resolve to get up for an outing. With nary any further consideration I just cancelled it and pursued more needed sleep.

It was after 5:30 a.m. when I next was awake enough to care to see the time, so I rose then to dress and get outside to water the front yard garden plants.

And then it was off to the backyard tool shed for (eventually) some exercise.

It was punishing, and all I could do to maintain the numbers of pull-ups and chin-ups that I have managed out there the previous two mornings. I'm feeling so pathetically overworked, as well as having wretchedly painful thumb joints that make hanging onto the metal bars I work with a misery.

So once again ─ and for the third morning ─ five and then two repetitions in the first two sets of pull-ups; three chin-ups in both of the middle two sets of those; and then two pull-ups between a pair of bars in each of the final two sets, and I held the dead hang at the end of the final pull-up for a 50-count (although I wanted to stop at the count of 30).

And of course, the 31 full flat-footed squats to work my bad right leg: 20 assisted squats, 10 unassisted, and one unassisted held in the squat position for a 100-count before rising.

As yesterday morning, I did begin to peter out as the early morning advanced, but again I chose to cook up a breakfast soon after 8 a.m. ─ another little baggie of Ui's chopped sausage meat heated up in a heaping tablespoon each of ghee and coconut oil, two brown 'free range' or 'free run' chicken eggs, and a quantity of leftover white rice from the fridge.

My brother had emerged from his bedroom and come downstairs to the kitchen to boil water for instant coffee by this time, but I left him to watch T.V. and brought my feast up here to my bedside computer. Note that as yesterday, the meal was to be topped off with some cherries and a mandarin orange.

When I joined my brother well past 9 a.m. and got his blessing to begin operating our Android TV Box, I led us off with a three-minute (3:41) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: CNE Receives 54,000 job applications!

Putting that video title in context, there are only 5,000 temporary jobs on offer for the Canadian National Exhibition.

I next tuned in two of the latest videos at Rumble's ZeeeMedia channel.

The first was 27 minutes (27:23) and had been streamed two days ago: Lawyer vs. Gates Jailed, Social Credit System is Here, Clinton Probe Relaunched | Daily Pulse Ep 77.

Top Lawyer suing Gates & Bourla over vax injuries has been thrown into a Dutch prison, YouTube announces 'Age Assurance' measures for US while a secret Australian plot is revealed to ID Apple & Google Maps users in an alarming trend growing worldwide, GOP Lawmakers launch a formal push to reopen the Clinton email investigation.

The Dutch lawyer suffering imprisonment is Arno van Kessel.

The second ZeeeMedia video was 30 minutes (30:39) and had been streamed yesterday: The Great 401(k) Heist: Trump’s Executive Order ft. Tiffany Cianci | Daily Pulse Ep 78.

Trump is planning an executive order to open $12.2 trillion in 401(k)s to private equity. Tiffancy Cianci says this isn’t about “opportunity," arguing this is a bailout for billionaires sitting on toxic assets they can’t sell. She says their solution is to take your retirement, and we still have time to stop this now.

And then I tuned in Chicago P.D. ─ episode 15 ("Blood and Honor") of season 10.

The guest actress playing a Single mom basically indentured to her white-supremacist meth-gangster father was Caitlin Mehner ─ darned if I am not liking the character and the actress! The plot on this episode is carrying over into the next episode, so it's going to be at least a couple of weeks before we watch it.

This show brought us to 11 a.m. at which time I got a bit of a surprise because my brother was set to return to his bedroom for further bed rest. But at least it allowed me to get to bed ahead of noon for a nap, and I remained there until nigh 1:15 p.m. Had I not wanted to do more sunning, I would have tried for more sleep.

I was to find that my brother had already left on foot for public transit so he could commence his daily social drinking. As for sunning, I again logged in better than 1½ hours ─ beginning 1:41 p.m. through to 3:16 p.m.

I have now exercised in my wife's vacant bedroom, so I am set now to gather up a light supper that I shall eat, and then watch a show here on my bedside computer while enjoying a can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol).

My wife is probably still in transit to Thailand to visit her mother and other family members ─ I just hope she takes her time before hitting me up for spending money.

Anyway, it is presently 6:03 p.m.

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To my mock horror, I discovered that I drank my final beer last evening! My brother just bought himself a new box of 24 cans today, so those ought to last him until likely Monday before he makes the four-mile round trip drive again, and consequently I am going to have to make do until then, it doth seem.

After pouring myself a glass tumbler of Capote Velho vinho tinto (red wine) from Portugal, I tuned in Doom Patrol ─ episode six ("Doom Patrol Patrol") of the first season.

It wasn't bad, but certainly not great. There is lots of promise, though, for what may lie ahead.

My source was this GOOJARA.to link, and it played through flawlessly.

My brother was not yet home.

And so I next tuned in 9-1-1: Lone Star ─ episode nine ("Fall From Grace") of season five.

This was a better show ─ far more relatable. And although I sort of wildly speculated that the Texas Rangers situation was not what it seemed, it was gratifying to have it turn out that way ─ I liked young Ranger Campbell.

My source was this uFLIX.to link. 

I finished the wine ─ it was half of a one-litre bottle my wife had left.

My brother was still not home when the show was done, and Bev was just about to shut herself up for the evening in their bedroom watching T.V. there. Good luck enjoying my besotted brother ─ I just heard him come into the house at a minute or two ahead of 10 p.m.

And with that typed, I am going to publish this and start shutting down, although I do still have to brush my teeth.