Private Parts

It sure ain't easy sleeping in until 7 a.m., but at least it was most pleasant being abed. And my cellphone alarm did actually rouse me, after which I just lay for several minutes while delighting in the enjoyment my bed was affording me in my chilly bedroom.

I never bothered checking to see if the front yard garden flowers were okay where any watering was concerned. It's not like the days get very warm any longer, although yesterday was sunny, as is today, and supposedly will be tomorrow.

But I did have a most token exercising session out in the backyard tool shed. I think that I merely had a single measured repetition in each of the two sets of pull-ups, the two sets of chin-ups, and the two sets of pull-ups between the sides of the child's metal playground ladder that I have stretched across some rafters and that is my only means of having these exercises here at home.

I believe that I held a dead hang after the final pull-up for a count of 60.

Regardless, this time I challenged my damaged right knee more than I usually do ─ I use a contraption like this for support, standing between the two arrays of rungs and attempting to bear what weight my bent right leg might possibly handle:

Even hugely supported, the strain is so exceedingly uncomfortable that it approaches being intolerable, so I only made four attempts, possible going for a 20-count each time.

Then I began the usual 31 full flat-footed squats, beginning the first one without any support before I realized it. Normally I perform 20 of them with support before engaging 10 without support. But since I was already doing the first one unaided, I kept on and did all 30 unaided; and then I performed the 31st squat that I hold in the full squat position for a 100-count before forcing myself to rise.

When I got back into the house, I noticed that my youngest stepson had his lights on in the den area that he has made his, so he had risen. A while later when I was upstairs here at my bedside computer I heard him leave the house. Initially I thought that he was just using his mother's car to fetch take-out coffee somewhere, but later I realized that since this is Tuesday, he normally has to report in for the day at 'the office' (he normally works from home).

I was to hear my younger brother stirring in his bedroom barely ahead of 9 a.m., so I let him come forth and have possession of the T.V. downstairs before joining him several minutes later.

He wasn't too long in turning it over to me so that I could put our Android TV Box into action, leaving off with a four-minute (3:59) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's Anitak channel: My local Starbucks got roasted.

Then it was an eight-minute (8:19) video uploaded earlier today to Rumble's ProgressiveTruthSeekers channel: De-Dollarization ALARM - Foreign Investors Dump $130 Billion In 60 Days As Dollar Weakens.

In today’s video, we break down the latest warning signs of de-dollarization, and why the Federal Reserve’s custody holdings data may be flashing red for the U.S. dollar’s long-term dominance.

For the first time in over a decade, foreign central bank holdings of U.S. Treasuries at the New York Fed have dropped below $2.8 trillion, the lowest level since 2012. In just two months, over $130 billion in Treasuries have been pulled. Could this be an early sign that the world is quietly moving away from the dollar?

The video description is much longer, so please refer to the website to see it in full if this interests you. The hostess was Lena Petrova.

I followed that with a 19-minute (19:17) video uploaded two days ago to YouTube's Krayden's Right with David Krayden channel: Did Canada's RCMP & CFIA Just Outlaw Garlic Harvesting in British Columbia? | Stand on Guard CLIP.

This video highlights a tense encounter with the RCMP on behalf of the canadian food inspection agency and touches upon legal rights concerning property law. The situation involves a search warrant not allowing the farm to harvest their garlic according to the police.

The CFIA and RCMP disgust me beyond expression. If CFIA truly are quietly killing off the ostriches one ... two ... three at a time each night, then I do not give a damn if every single person involved is mysteriously swallowed up in the night and never heard from again in this lifetime.

I next tuned in This Is Us ─ episode nine ("The Beginning Is the End Is the Beginning") of season three.

Our final viewing was a little more of the old (1947) black & white Western that we have now visited twice, but had to suspend so that my brother could seek further bed rest. He would be driving off in the earliest afternoon to do some shopping; then awhile after getting back home, he would be leaving afoot to catch a bus and start his near-daily social drinking.

I had a most filling and nutritious first meal of my day before seeking a deep nap that I should have resumed after waking, for I am sure if I just turned over onto my right side that I would have managed a little further sleep. As was, I don't believe that I was in bed too very much over an hour.

No backyard sunshine for me today, though. Blogging robs me of the time, even though blogging has no payoff.

My wife had a full workday at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, so she actually emerged from her bedroom soon after I had begun using our Android TV Box to watch shows with my brother this morning, so she was comfortably away in good time on her rather long drive to work.

With her away, in the latter afternoon I used her vacant bedroom for some light exercising, including more efforts to revive the weakened quadriceps at my right knee.

I have also had what I feel is a light second and final meal of my day.

At present it is 6:25 p.m., so I am going to break here to watch a couple of shows on this bedside computer while enjoying a couple of cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol).

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My first show was FBI: International ─ episode eight ("You'll Never See It Coming") of season four.

Wow! That one was especially exciting, and I love where this two-part storyline seems to be leading. Some people are just too wicked to deserve to live any longer.

I had begun accessing the episode at this GOOJARA.to link, but it crapped out into the 12-minute mark. So I gave a new source a shot ─ this Movie.go link ─ and it played perfectly.

The episode probably ended a little before 7:30 p.m., and Bev was still watching T.V. alone downstairs.

My second show was The Rookie ─ episode nine ("The Kiss") of season seven.

Maybe it didn't quite match up in the intensity of FBI: International before it, but it was still pretty darned gripping.

As my source, I was so pleased with my previous show's second choice, that I used the same website, but it was this MovieGo.sh link.

The episode ended just ahead of 8:30 p.m. ─ no brother home as yet.

Much too early for my bed, even though I intend to rise at 3 a.m. for the visit to the elementary school playground to more properly engage some pull-ups and chin-ups, and because I wanted to top up the alcohol buzz I was enjoying, I tuned in Whitney ─ episode 11 ("Private Parts") of season one.

My source was this CineGo.tv link. I will complain, though, that it buffered twice; and then at the finish all action onscreen stopped with blackness while the player timer kept running for probably at least 10 seconds, so I have to wonder if something was cut off.

My drink was a nice shot of Captain Morgan Spiced Rum (35% alcohol).

It is presently 9:18 p.m., so I am going to brush my teeth and start shutting things down so I can get to bed. Still no brother!