The Furture's Looking ... ?

My cellphone alarm was not required overnight, for I found myself awake well before 2:30 a.m., and so I rose then.

My youngest stepson was still up, but we avoided contact. He was newly showering when I left on my outing to the elementary school playground that is maybe a ¾-mile round trip walk.

I found the equipment there with just the vaguest sheen of moisture, but it proved impossible to completely dry with my bandana. It was as if everything was exuding this moisture from within. This is the problem with not having unpainted metal to exercise on. The glossy paint covering anything metal, as well as any plastic-based products ─ are inferior as workout equipment.

But this is a very young children's playground, so that consideration is immaterial. The older kids' playground that was removed in earliest July has yet to be replaced.

I had come to the playground feeling rather capable, despite weighing in at about 185 pounds dressed exactly as I would be exercising. But I was deceived. The first set of pull-ups was unexpectedly difficult.

Of late my opening sets there at the playground have been seven pull-ups. This time I did three and may have begun a fourth when all heart in me fled and I surrendered in defeat.

I had my usual 30-count between sets. I think that I had three further sets of just two pull-ups before moving on to the usual three chin-ups in both of two sets, and then two pull-ups between a pair of half-rings in a final two sets.

I could not retain a hold on the slickly painted and vaguely damp metal bar for a dead hang that was beyond a 40-count. So I think that I did two further dead hangs of a 30-count apiece.

And I finished up with the usual 10 slow full-range decline push-ups on a metal ramp.

Am I overexercised? Or am I just becoming more bloody feeble in my old age?

After I was back home I chose to forego sitting up to water the front yard garden plants, a chore that I realize now well exceeds a half hour; and not too very long after 5 a.m. I returned to bed.

I suppose the rest of my morning began somewhere around 8:30 a.m., or maybe a little before. My younger brother was of course downstairs watching T.V., but I waited until after 9 a.m. before going down to join him.

When he turned the T.V. over to me so that I could put our Android TV Box to work, I led us off with a 1¼-hour (1:15:25) video published two days ago to Rumble's "Coffee and a Mike" Show: SHOULD PUTIN NUKE UKRAINE? Martin Armstrong.

Martin Armstrong is an internationally recognized economist, former hedge fund manager, the founder of AE Global Solutions Inc, Socrates, and Armstrong Economics. He talks the problem with bitcoin, neocons wanting war in Europe, Putin should respond with a nuke in Kiev, end of NATO, and much more.

My brother and I enjoy listening to Martin Armstrong, but we sure never expected to learn that the guy was my age ─ 75 years old! I wonder which of us has the edge?

Next we watched the last 21 or 22 minutes of a video we had cut short yesterday. At nigh 45 minutes, it had been published June 25, 2024, to BitChute's Page Chronicles channel: GERMANIA BY TACITUS [SPQR] MODERN RENDITION.

Repost 8th May 2024 | THE PATRIOT CHANNEL | The Germania, written by the Roman historian Publius Cornelius Tacitus around 98 AD and originally entitled On the Origin and Situation of the Germans (Latin: De origine et situ Germanorum), is a historical and ethnographic work on the Germanic peoples outside the Roman Empire.

The full video description is much too detailed for me to care to reproduce here, so please refer to the link. Evidently Germania back in the time of Tacitus was pretty much the entirety of continental Europe excluding Spain and Gaul. And Italy and whatever else was considered Rome proper.

We finished up our morning T.V. together with Ghosts (American version) ─ episode nine ("The Christmas Spirit") of season two. The episode was only half of that Christmas title, so we'll probably watch episode 10 tomorrow.

If interested, my source was this GOOJARA.to link.

My brother thereafter returned to his bedroom for further bed rest, and I was likely back to bed by maybe 12:30 p.m. at latest for my nap. I was to be there until fairly near 2 p.m.

Unsure if my brother was still in his bedroom (the door was closed) this very sunny day, I refrained from going out into the back yard to sun until around 2:30 p.m. My major concern was that he had left the lawnmower sitting out yesterday after he had come home from his social drinking, so it seemed very possible that he intended doing some work on it today and thus might yet be still resting in his bed.

Apparently he had already left for a bus to go social drinking again, and so at 2:37 p.m. I began well over 1½ hours of sunning, calling it off at 4:13 p.m.

I am back at the activity after a two-day break.

Anyway, it is now 6:46 p.m. and I am hankering a Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) and a show, even if the beer is only at room temperature. I have had some exercise in my wife's vacant bedroom, and will now put down a small supper and then tune in something here on my bedside computer.

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The first show I tuned in was FBI: International ─ episode five ("The Future's Looking Bright") of season four. This one proved extra dramatic and interesting for me, old and rather lonely fool that I am.

But I kept it to one can of beer.

My source was this uFLIX.to link.

The episode finished around 8 p.m., and as yet my brother had not returned from his social drinking to join Bev where she has sat all day in the living room since rising in the noon hour.

I next tuned in The Rookie ─ episode six ("The Gala") of season seven. That one was fun ... and also romantically dramatic from numerous perspectives.

My source was this GOOJARA.to link.

Not desiring to hit the hay quite as early as usual ─ and because I desired a little further alcohol ─ I tuned in a sitcom. 'Twas Whitney ─ episode three ("Silent Treatment") of the first season.

I love this series ─ how did I never come across it before? And I swear, some of the scenes of interactions between her and her lead man seem unrehearsed ─ they are just too natural and realistic together. To wit, the ending. He did not in the least seem to know what she was going to be saying in her mock imitation of him.

My source for the show was this GOOJARA.to link.

My drink was a glass tumbler of Sommet Rouge (12% alcohol), so we shall see how my night's sleep fares ─ I do not intend to deliberately be rising early. I had thought that I might attempt to grocery-shop locally, but this is a long weekend and thus Monday is pretty much like another day of the weekend. I ought to mange either Sunday or Monday, if not both as I am hoping.

As for my brother, he apparently arrived home while I was enjoying The Rookie. I was to hear him launch into one of his five-or-more-minute sneezing fits that are clearly an allergic reaction to his alcoholism. At least I no longer have to put up with them ─ they are Bev's joy now that she has full title to evenings with him.

Enough ─ it is nigh midnight, so I must publish this.