Spicing Things Up

There was no overnight outing, even though I got to bed by 10 p.m., I believe. I think my cellphone alarm was set for 3:30 a.m., but a point arrived in the night when I felt so wakeful that I checked the time with a mind to just get up if the time was close enough to 3:30 a.m.

Remember, I had been awake a while before this. So the time when I looked?

Bloody 1:50 a.m.!

That was too damned early ─ it would destroy my day.

I attempted to return to sleep, but after 18 minutes it was apparent that it was futile, so I rose. I felt it to be too soon yet to be having an outing, so I dawdled here at my bedside computer until just past 3 a.m.

When I realized the time, I made to rise in consideration of possibly readying to go out, but I was suddenly deluged with an impossibly overwhelming weariness that seemed to strike from out of nowhere.

I helplessly looked at my bed, and knew that was the only place I would be going.

And so it was.

Notwithstanding, sleep still took its time visiting me.

I had given up on going anywhere ─ sleep was the target, so I was not going to be fretting on the time.

When next I did make a check because of how light it seemed outside, it was just past 7 a.m., so I got myself up.

I checked the outside front yard garden plants, and concluded that the earth seemed damp enough ─ watering could be skipped.

So next I visited the backyard ─ I needed to have the half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups that I otherwise would have had at the elementary school playground had I gone on my outing.

My totals in repetitions for the tool shed are remaining constant with the usual 30-count between sets: first two sets of pull-ups (six and two reps); then two sets of chin-ups (three reps in each set); and finishing with two sets of pull-ups between a pair of bars (two reps in each set).

At the conclusion of the final pull-up, I only felt able to endure a dead hang for a 30-count.

I next had the usual 31 full flat-footed squats to work my bad right leg: 20 assisted squats, then 10 unassisted, and a final unassisted held in the squat for a 100-count before the rise.

Then I opted to try a dead hang again, managing either a 40- or 50-count, for I now forget.

It was just after 8 a.m. once I was back in the house, and already my younger brother was downstairs and watching the news.

Regardless, I came upstairs here to my bedroom until at least 8:50 a.m. before going back downstairs to join him.

I was yet to eat, but I did that within the next hour.

At being given his invitation to begin operating our Android TV Box at 9:10 a.m. or a bit later, we were to spend most of the latter morning watching a nearly two-hour (1:54:57) video published August 16 to BitChute's Banned YouTube Videos channel: Tucker Carlson Network | Seth Harp - 24 Unsolved Murders | Tucker Carlson.

Fort Bragg is America’s largest military base. According to reporter Seth Harp, it’s also a hotbed of murder and drug trafficking.

Once that was done, we got halfway through a 50-minute documentary before my brother voiced needing his bed rest, so I expect that we will continue with it tomorrow ─ I will cite it once we have viewed all of it.

I probably acquired 1½ hours back in bed for my early afternoon nap, fully expecting to be doing some afternoon sunning.

And so I did!

From 2:11 p.m. until at least 3:48 p.m. ─ comfortably over 1½ hours. I had taken a six-day layoff.

There won't be too much more sunning possible once September hits.

As I have been blogging since sunning, I have also gotten involved in some posts on Facebook and a couple of email replies to my older half-sister. Due to those distractions I discovered that my afternoon had run out and it was after 6 p.m. ─ too late to take the time for any exercising in my wife's vacant bedroom, for I crave to enjoy a couple cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) while watching a couple of shows here on my bedside computer.

And so I am here going to take a break at 6:37 p.m.

By the way, my supper was primarily three delicious slices of pizza that my youngest stepson brought up to me earlier. 

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My first show was The Flash ─ episode 19 ("Negative, Part One") of season eight. Lord, I get so fed up seeing the same evil villains constantly cropping up over and over again ─ spare me this banal 𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓉. If it's going to take the termination of the series for this to finally happen, then I am all for it!

That's all I have to say.

My episode source was this GOOJARA.to link.

I suppose it finished a few minutes ahead of 7:30 p.m., and as yet my brother was not back from his social drinking ─ wherever he had bused away to.

He was home by the time my second show finished at maybe 8:25 p.m. This time it was Superman & Lois ─ episode two ("The Ties That Bind") of season two.

What the Hell is the normalization of this Gay 𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓉 in the DC universe? Lana Lang's daughter kisses another girl at some camp and is now suddenly a true-blue Lesbian with no further romantic / sexual interest in her boyfriend, Superman's youngest power-endowed son?

I didn't want to watch two DC shows consecutively, but usually Superman & Lois has been darned good. The episode still eclipsed The Flash muddle, though.

I want to cram in one further show ─ something short; so I shall say nothing further except to offer that my Superman & Lois episode source was this GOOJARA.to link.

Topping the two cans of beer already consumed, I watched Whitney ─ the pilot episode ("Pilot") ("Spicing Things Up") of the first season.

I loved it! And though lead actress Whitney Cummings certainly never came across as much 'hot stuff', in that role as a sexy nurse she was absolutely devastating!

Oh my gosh on her ─ I'd be lost to her!

I drank an entire glass tumbler of red wine (12% alcohol) with that one.

I've gotta get to bed, but my source was this uFLIX.to link. 

Right now it is 9:48 p.m., and I don't think I can take the time to brush my teeth. I've got to get to bed.