Tuppence

My bedtime last night was a little past 10 p.m., if I am remembering correctly. Nonetheless, I determinedly had set my cellphone alarm for 3 a.m. because I wanted to make another bid to deposit my younger brother's monthly expenses reconciliation cheque, as well as exercise at the elementary school playground along the way.

A point arrived in the night when ─ after possibly at least two bouts of sleep, I was awake enough to rise ahead of the alarm if the time was near enough to 3 a.m.

To my disbelief, it was only 12:48 a.m. ─ how could this be? I had to assure myself that the time on my device had not frozen.

Here it is that I constantly seek to try and be to bed earlier than 10 p.m. when I have plans to rise for an outing; yet even when I go to bed later than I like, gnawed with concern that I would be shorting myself on essential sleep, something such as this goes on ─ I would have found myself awake even earlier had I gone to bed earlier!

I often wish that I could live someplace where I could sleep in a structure with no electrical power nor any electronics of any sort. Would doing so ─ unaffected by any of various electrical fields constantly bathing me here now ─ result in sound sleep after a few nights, and even a vast improvement in my various ills?

I was able to get back to sleep, and probably acquired at least a couple more blocks of slumber, before my 3 a.m. alarm did at last sound.

Suffice to say that I didn't waste any of the time that I usually do when I am attending here to my bedside computer before readying, so I was likely on my way no later than 3:30 a.m.

It was only vaguely cool outside and somewhat muggy; the sky was largely cloudy.

At the elementary school where I tend to shortcut through its grounds on these walks, I opted to exercise first instead or walking to the destination ATM and back. The hope was that I would not be as stiffened.

Well, I don't think it mattered. It still took me some time to loosen up for the first set of pull-ups ─ the involved muscles and other anatomical structures all feel so strained and overworked.

Ultimately, though, I managed a most strenuous but typical session: six and then two pull-ups in the first two sets; three chin-ups in each of the next two sets; and two pull-ups between a pair of half-rings in each of the final two sets.

I needed to take the full 30-count break before tackling a dead hang back at the bar I had used for the first four sets, but I endured for an 80-count.

Then over at a ramp I put in eight slow full-range decline push-ups before struggling back to my feet and rallying for the rest of my walk.

Two nights ago the destination ATM had been entirely dark. It was as if all power to it had been turned off. This time from across the highway I could see it all lit up ─ my walk was not to be in vain.

Even so, as I was walking up to the machine, it was clearly different. It identified itself as being involved with "DC Bank" and was a "Threshold ATM". My financial institution is a major credit union, but I have yet to hear a thing about it now becoming involved with any "DC Bank" ─ something I am completely unaware of prior to this a.m.

I have since checked online and my deposit was properly made, so whatever change has gone on seems legitimate.

My damaged right leg still slows me down and impedes ease of walking, making me ridiculously unstable at times.

After I was back home, it was still too dark to be watering the front yard garden plants, so I got busy here at my bedside computer. Eventually I no longer felt like the chore outside, for it takes a half hour; and besides, the previous night and well into the morning we had lots of rain. There was hardly any sunshine yesterday, to boot, so no serious drying out of the ground had gone on.

I think that I may have made it back to bed by 6 a.m. ─ I hope so, anyway.

Sleep was not exactly cooperative, but I got some. And reluctantly, I was up again ahead of 8:30 a.m. By then, my brother was downstairs watching T.V. It is possible he emerged from his bedroom before 8 a.m., but I might be wrong.

I went downstairs ahead of 9 a.m. to join him, but first I took the time downstairs to fry up a couple of eggs as the basis of my day's first meal. By the time I was done making my meal's full preparations, he was pretty much set to turn the T.V. over to me so that I could begin operating our Android TV Box.

My first choice was to watch the four latest relatively short videos at Rumble's ProgressiveTruthSeekers channel. We watched one, and then into the second which continued the same theme concerning China's yuan starting to eclipse the American dollar, and how Africa is being swept over by that currency and China's investments, the host began advertising for some crypto fund or manager, and it was apparent that the videos were not much more than commercial lead-ins.

So I cancelled out of the second video and I am not going to bother checking out that channel any longer. I have no damned money to be investing in gold, silver, or anything bloody else! I'm a sitting duck just helplessly waiting for the end of everything.

And so I tuned in The Outpost ─ episode nine ("She Is Not a God") of season three.

When it was done, I tuned in a movie that I had previously recorded, but after 20 minutes my brother voiced his total disinterest. I was expecting this, and pleased we had even gotten that far, for it was badly produced ─ very badly.

But I will watch what remains before I identify it ─ I may even watch it awhile later today and thus report on it yet.

We finished our viewing with a video that topped an hour by a minute or more, and had been streamed yesterday to YouTube's Candace Owens channel: Yes, Trump WILL Pardon Ghislaine Maxwell. | Candace Ep 225.

Ghislaine Maxwell has been transferred to a minimum security prison, I sat down with Piers Morgan to discuss “Becoming Brigitte," and the Epstein connections keep connecting.

This young lady blows me away! I adore her.

Following the video my brother returned to his bedroom for further rest. I think that I may have been back to bed for a nap at noon or no later than 12:10 p.m., and I got some needed sleep, rising practically 1½ hours later.

My brother was downstairs watching T.V. with Bev, but anon I heard him leave to go and restock on his beer supply ─ and probably get Bev another four-litre box of white wine.

I had thought that I might be resuming my regular 1½ hours of sunning, but today was to be my fourth consecutive break from that activity. Apart from my brother's presence delaying me, the sky was far too dominated by cloud ─ even when he had returned and left on foot ahead of 3 p.m. to catch a bus to go social drinking.

The latter afternoon largely cleared up, but that was too late for me.

Right now it is 5:07 p.m., and I am going to break now from blogging to have some exercise in my wife's vacant bedroom. At some point in the extremely near future after that I intend to watch that movie on a suitable source here on my bedside computer.

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The movie was 2010's Chatroom.

Where the movie failed was its depiction of "chatrooms" ─ it was unrealistic, and no way in which to have a movie founded.

Fortunately it did become engrossing after that first 20 minutes that my brother had us bail on.

The villain "Michael" deserved his fate ─ I despise bullies, and I especially detest anybody who pushes anyone weaker than himself into committing suicide. "Michael" couldn't even give a crap about the interest being shown him by the character being portrayed by Imogen Poots ─ that girl would have owned me when I was young if her interest was made plain to me.

The main victim ("Jim") of the movie was certainly pathetic ─ I cannot imagine running away on someone like the Goth-like girl who showed him her attention:

The actress ─ Tuppence Middleton ─ was at most 23 back then, but she's 38 now.

The movie was definitely interesting enough, with nice-looking ladies to keep my male attention. My source this evening was this Tvids.net link, but expect to find a popup browser hiding behind the one you're using as soon as your cursor touches the video screen to enlarge the movie.

Apparently the movie is also available on YouTube, but blocked from viewing here where I live in Canada.

It was still early enough for another show ─ and a second can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol). My brother was not yet home, but he was present after this second entertainment choice.

It was Superman & Lois ─ the first episode ("What Lies Beneath") of the second season.

It was very good, but I wanted more from the Lois / Natalie story arc. That opening scene where Natalie goes running so powerfully towards the woman she thought was her living mother, was gripping for me. That Lois just froze and thereafter remained a hostile bitch for three months pissed me off.

I shall leave it at that. I want to wrap things up and soon get to bed, for right now it is 9:45 p.m.

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