My 6 a.m. cellphone alarm got me up this morning, although I wanted to remain in bed.
It was just past 7 a.m. when I went out to the backyard tool shed for some token pull-ups and chin-ups ─ just one repetition in all six sets, with a 60-count dead hang at the descent of the last of them.
And then the usual 31 full flat-footed squats to fully work my damaged right knee.
Frankly, I am physically pathetic at this point in my old age.
It may have been as late as 8:40 a.m. before my younger brother emerged from his bedroom for T.V. and instant coffee. I did not join him until well after 9 a.m.
When he issued his invitation for me to start operating our Android TV Box, I led us off with The Jonathan Ross Show ─ the concluding episode eight of season or series 22. All I want to say about the episode was its closing musical performance by Wet Leg, a band I have never heard of. Lead songstress Rhian Teasdale blew me away by her physical appearance ─ so damned powerfully and fiercely hot!
Lord, at any age I would have been helpless to this young woman!
Anyway, we finished the last half of the movie we've watched some of on both Wednesday and Thursday mornings ─ 2013's Mystery Road.
Excellent fare! I've already downloaded the sequel for future viewing, and then we'll follow the T.V. series.
I now do not know my source for the Mystery Road download, but possibly it was this OK.ru link. If so, then I guess the only reason we were able to hear it is because I have an audio booster downloaded into our Android TV Box.
Next we got into a very interesting interview, but we had to cut it short so my brother could return to his bedroom for further bed rest. I bet it will likely take another two sittings before we finish watching it, but we'll see.
By the way, my wife arrived home last evening right after I had published yesterday's blog post. She had to work today, but I was unsure ─ especially since she never rose until ... gosh, was it after 10 a.m.? Whatever the case, apparently she did have a full workday scheduled, showering and then hurriedly readying and bustling out to her car almost before my brother and I realized. By then it was nigh 10:30 a.m.
Anyway, the morning was solidly overcast, and it was still so when I sought my nap just after 12:30 p.m.
But I arose to blue, sunny skies.
Honestly, I would have taken some sun, but it soon hazed right over until there were no shadows and only grey sky.
My older half-sister had E-mailed my just after 11 a.m. (I believe it was) to request if she could come by again ─ sometime this weekend ─ to drop off more odds & ends she is giving away because she intends to sell and move from the motor home she and her daughter live in over in Langley.
Well, she showed up just as I was about to begin blogging mid-afternoon ... and away went about two hours as she and I talked outside. My brother had left afoot to go social drinking not 20 minutes before she showed up.
Those two hours drained me right out ─ I cannot bide such long 'small talk' under sober circumstances. I noticed towards the end that my hands were starting to tremble a little from the strain.
Yet she left here to pay a visit to our cousin Colleen.
How? I could only marvel. I am 75, but she is around 82.
But I must stop blogging and start watching a couple of shows here on my bedside computer to justify two cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol). Had I not felt responsible to blog, I would have begun drinking soon after my half-sister left ─ I was so woefully depleted that it was almost frightening how unfit I have become now that I cannot even go on long walks due to my crippled right knee.
It is 8:11 p.m., so I here take a needed break.
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The first show was Krypton ─ episode three ("Will to Power") of season two. I selected as my source this uFLIX.to link.
It was okay ─ it kept my fatigue at bay, though my mind was prone to some wandering at times and I had to rein myself back in and concentrate on the proceedings onscreen.
My second show eclipsed everything that lingered following my watching of Krypton. It was gut-wrenching realistic and totally identifiable.
I watched Too Close to Home ─ episode six ("A Game of Chess") of season two. I chose to use this CineGo.co link.
I sure live a closed life. In my own way, I am little better off than stagnating "Jolene" who has become so morbidly obese that she cannot even leave her bed. I'm not that restrained, but the moral corruption my self- and physically-imposed limitations have resulted in is inescapable.
Look, my wife seems to have arrived home soon after the show finished, and now it is nearly 10:30 p.m.
I want to brush my teeth and otherwise start closing things down. The plan for tomorrow is to rise at 6 a.m. and seek to do some local grocery shopping about half a mile away when that store opens at 8 a.m.
What is happiness?
It is 10:39 p.m.
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