Uninvited and Doubted

I neglected to mention that when stripped down naked for yesterday's early evening bath, I weighed around 176 pounds.

I went to bed last evening with my cellphone alarm set for 4 a.m., but I never got up then nor did I have an outing. My youngest stepson thwarted it all.

I was roused from sleep by what I thought was my 4 a.m. alarm, and in a dreadful groggy state I got myself out of bed, but felt some bewilderment that my alarm had stopped on its own.

That didn't make sense.

So I picked up my cellphone to investigate and noticed some activity (I cannot discern anything without putting on a pair of glasses or using a magnifier).

I had been both texted and phoned ... by my youngest stepson.

He had first texted at 12:14 a.m.:

are you awake? don't lock the house pls I'll be home in about 30-50 minutes

sorry, 5 minutes away

What I had heard was his phone call at 1:05 a.m. ─ probably desperate by then, especially when it, too, went unanswered.

I had gone to bed with an upright fan blowing, largely for the noise it provides in drowning out other ambient noises, especially those from out in the cul-de-sac that I hear through my open bedroom window because we have at least four houseloads of noisy South Asians. So a text's arrival would be virtually impossible to hear.

Anyway, here it was just barely after 1 a.m., and I had gotten to bed at least as late as 10:30 p.m. (if I am remembering correctly). I needed more sleep than that in order to be having any sort of active outing.

But I went downstairs and unlocked the front door, then came back upstairs to my bedroom and texted the errant young man that it was open for him.

I returned to bed, but fast became under the realization that as tired as I was, sleep was not going to be easily acquired. So I cancelled the cellphone alarm and gave up hope of having any nocturnal activity outside.

After I joined with sleep, I became aware that it appeared to be well lit outside. It was nearly 6 a.m., and past time that I should have gotten into the chore of watering the front yard garden flowers.

So I rose and dealt with that, and then ventured to the backyard and worked at getting myself able to handle the usual half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups ─ two sets of pull-ups at five and two repetitions; two sets of chin-ups at three repetitions in each; and two sets of pull-ups between a pair of bars at two repetitions in each, with a 50-count dead hang upon completion of the very last pull-up.

I finished with the 31 full flat-footed squats to work my bad right leg: 20 assisted, 10 unassisted, and one unassisted in the full squat position for a100-count before struggling erect again.

Back in the house, I had my first small meal since my only meal yesterday in the latter morning. Hunger was actually an impediment to finding sleep after that disruption from my youngest stepson's phone call just past 1 a.m.

It seems to me that my younger brother rose this morning just ahead of 8 a.m., but I waited until just past 9 a.m. before going downstairs to boil water for my day's first mug of hot instant coffee with the works, after which I joined him.

Note that for what seems the past 10 days or so, I have been making do with just two mugs of coffee a day.

Upon getting my brother's invitation to start operating our Android TV Box, I led us with a 34-minute (34:44) video published yesterday to Rumble's HealingEarth channel: The War On Humanity and How To Fight Back - MICHAEL SHELLENBERGER w/ Neil Oliver.

Source: GBNews - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_xVJj3Oxfq4

My next choice was Soldier Soldier ─ episode three ("Dirty Work") of season or series one.

Watching almost boyishly handsome, nicely built, and blond young Lance Corporal Paddy Garvey ─ especially when he was attired as a half-naked woman and dancing on a tabletop ─ it is almost impossible to reconcile that it is the same actor (Jerome Flynn) in relatively recent T.V. series such as 1923 where he played an Irish sheep farmer who had a deadly feud with the Dutton family cattle ranchers.

Hardly any of us seem to age at all well.

We watched the episode via the Nova TV app that I have downloaded in our Android TV Box. 

Our last show was Chilling Adventures of Sabrina ─ episode two ("Chapter Thirty: The Uninvited") of season two's part four. I had previously downloaded the episode, but no longer know with certainty what my source was. Nevertheless, it could have been this GOOJARA.to link.

At the long episode's conclusion my brother returned to his bedroom for further bed rest this hot, sunny day. I was not too much later in seeking a nap ─ a rather long one for a change. I think that it was a bit past 2 p.m. when I rallied and rose.

My brother was still home, so I delayed my intending sunning. When he finally left on foot for a bus so he could go social drinking, I did not officially commence sunning until 2:54 p.m.

This was later than I cared, so I decided to knock off sunning the back of me ─ in other words, I cut my session down by a fourth of the usual time, and so wrapped up at 4:08 p.m., if I am recalling correctly.

Since then I have been mainly blogging, although I did break for some exercise in my wife's vacant bedroom.

I must ensure that I sun loyally the next day or two, or however long the sunshine is available, for I see online that we seem due for some rain as of Thursday.

Anyway, it is presently 7:17 p.m. and I have supped, so I am going to break now to watch a show here on my bedside computer and enjoy a can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol).

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I chose Titans ─ episode four ("Doom Patrol") of the first season. I guess this episode was the pilot for the spin-off Doom Patrol series. There have been cast adjustments to Doom Patrol since this specific episode ─ clearly. "The Chief" is an entirely new actor now, and multi-personality "Jane" is not in the episode, while the Asian lass getting saved from a liquid nitrogen accident in this episode has nothing to do with the Doom Patrol series.

All good, though.

My episode source was this uFLIX.to link.

My brother had arrived back home before I began watching the show, incidentally.

Next and last up to watch so I could enjoy a second can of beer was FBI ─ episode four ("Doubted") of season seven. My good source was this uFLIX.to link. The episode was definitely investing enough.

So two strong beers over the evening.

My wife texted me at 9:24 p.m., hoping I can yield up $500 to help get her back here from Thailand.

I have no time to discuss this. It is already 10:19 p.m., and I want to get up in the wee a.m., so I must get to bed. No wonder I feel so damned despairing and recurringly degenerate.