Buzzed

My evening is already upon me, so I must proceed apace with this post.

I rose to my 3 a.m. cellphone alarm overnight for the ¾-mile hobble over to the usual elementary school playground for some exercising. Prior to leaving home, I had weighed myself with my jacket on because I had believed I would be needing to be wearing it at the playground due to cool temperatures.

I couldn't believe that I was only 180 pounds fully clothed in my hikers!

At the playground, I had to wipe condensation from a monkey bar and the half-rings that I would be using for the six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups. The sky was primarily clear.

Well, I decided to take off my jacket, which could have lightened me by as much as three pounds, so I was hoping that I would have surprising results.

I didn't really, although I opened with five pull-ups ─ lately I've been stuck at three. And so: two sets of pull-ups (5-2 repetitions); two sets of chin-ups (3-2 repetitions); and two sets of pull-ups between a pair of half-rings (2-2 repetitions). Then after a further 30-count (my usual rest between sets) I held a dead hang on the bar for a 60-count.

And a couple or so minutes later I was over on the nearby metal ramp for 10 slow full-range decline push-ups.

So it wasn't a great performance considering my bodyweight fully clothed, but I was pleased enough to have at least gotten in the initial five pull-ups.

Back home, I decided to weigh myself without my jacket: 186 pounds.

Wait ... what?

Two further tries on the analog scales resulted in pretty much the same.

It dawned on me then that when I had first weighed myself in my jacket before leaving home, I was 190 pounds ─ not 180!

Managing five pull-ups at that weight suddenly seemed more impressive. And it was.

By the way, as I was approaching the school, I could see a car parked in front and nosed directly into a bit of a driveway. I have often enough seen someone from (I believe) Paladin Security make a patrol around the school building, so I approached the playground while just outside of school property and in a very dark area.

Sure enough, around the back of the school came someone with a very bright flashlight ─ probably a baton flashlight. I carry one myself in a tote bag so as to not attract attention, but mine is also a stun gun.

Anyway, I waited until the dude had passed along my side of the school and headed off out of sight towards the car he had surely come in.

I don't think that I was back to bed any earlier than 6:30 a.m., and was not to later check the time until around 8:50 a.m., having to hustle up because my younger brother would be downstairs watching his news shows and I had to line up what I would be tuning in via our Android TV Box once I joined him soon past 9 a.m.

Our first video was to be seven minutes (7:39) and had been published yesterday to Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel: Pfizer’s Depo SHOT Used by 25% of U.S Women Linked To Brain Tumours! Lawsuits Filed.

I next tuned in a 45-minute (45:11) video uploaded last November 9 to YouTube's George Thompson channel: The Subtle Art of Losing Yourself - Full Life Changing Documentary.

Uncover the astonishing lessons wild places can teach about the secrets of the human mind and our place in the universe…

Maybe a third of the way into the video my brother announced that he was going to return to his bedroom and get dressed, making me wonder if he was to be heading off to somewhere.

I kept watching the video; then about halfway through, he returned. He wanted us to get the heavy duty tarp that he had bought yesterday, up onto the backyard tool shed roof. The lighter tarp we had put up there maybe 1½ months ago had uselessly shredded in the Fall weather we've been having.

So I paused the video and also got dressed for outside. The morning had completely clouded over since I had gone to the school playground.

When finally we finished, I was to discover that Bev was then up for the day to watch T.V. ─ it was already around 12:30 p.m.

That was that ─ the YouTube video was a goner, for I don't think I will bother tuning in the second part tomorrow morning.

After dressing down in my bedroom, before too long I went back downstairs to the kitchen and fried up three eggs with lots of extras for my day's first meal. My brother was watching T.V. with Bev initially, then he disappeared ─ I think he likely drove off to resupply on beer for himself and a four-litre box of white wine for Bev.

Just before I finally went to bed for my early afternoon nap ─ it was likely after 1:30 p.m. ─ I heard him return.

I had my nap and was to discover that my brother had gone back to his own bed for further rest. He never came forth again until after 3:30 p.m.

I suppose that it made scant sense to him to be busing off so near to 4 p.m. to engage his usual daily social drinking, so he remained home.

Very late in the afternoon I forced myself to have my usual light exercise session in my wife's vacant bedroom ─ she had not come home last night, by the way.

Then I had a light supper ─ a can of sardines; and a banana, mandarin orange, and an apple; plus some nutritional supplements.

And now at 7:19 p.m. I am going to break from blogging so I can watch a couple of shows here on my bedside computer while enjoying a couple of cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol).

I will finish this post in the late evening.

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I got around to opening the 24-pack of Cariboo Malt that I bought last Saturday and paid some outrageous price like ... well, with my tip, it was $90. I just wasn't bloody thinking!

The price was approximately double what I would have paid for two 24-can flats of that brand of beer.

Well, I opened the case and discovered that the cans are tallboys ─ 16 ozs, or 473 mls. So that is a considerable consolation, although I will still drink two of 'em an evening. In other words, they won't last me any longer than 24 regular sized cans would have.

I started off my viewing with Superman & Lois ─ episode six ("Tried and True") of the second season. It was darned good! There is so much going on with various storylines.

My source was this GOOJARA.to link.

My second show was Krypton ─ episode five ("A Better Yesterday") of season two. I am of late finally liking the series a lot ─ the first season was such a dreary, unrealistic mess of a tale.

And again, my source was a GOOJARA.to link.

Since I had lots of beer left in the second can once this episode was over, I tuned in a sitcom I had not before watched ... and I was to finish my beer and also at least a half shot of Captain Morgan Spiced Rum.

The show was unexpectedly fabulous ─ I may have to share it with my brother. At any rate, it was Kevin from Work ─ the first episode ("Pilot") of the only season.

This time my source was an OK.ru link. 

But ... the only season? Well, I reckon I will have to watch more of the series before referring it to my brother. The one-season series died a decade ago, after all ─ no drive since to revive it?

I have to confess that there was an early scene where Kevin's older female boss as played by actress Amy Sedaris was seated on the edge of a desk in a short skirt ─ Good Lord, she was sheer seduction! She'd have had me on my knees if that was what she wanted. Those legs were gorgeously muscled as presented in that memorable scene!

Before I started to watch the episode, I am sure I heard my brother talking with my eldest stepson downstairs. Could that be? He lives miles away, and rides a Harley. What would he be doing here in the early latter evening?

Alright, I have no plans other than to try and sleep in till 7 a.m., so I am going to brush my teeth now and then start finishing up some things I always have going on here on my computer, even though I want to drink further. I wouldn't mind at all having a hot Amy Sedaris dream overnight.

The time right now is 10:52 p.m.