Two Nights

I never required my 3 a.m. cellphone alarm last night, for during a wakeful period curiosity had me check the time, only to discover it to be 2:21 a.m.

There was no sense trying to sleep thereafter. At best I might have just managed it and then my alarm would have unpleasantly forced me out of it.

When I finally left here well over an hour later on my ¾-mile round trip hobble to the elementary school playground for some pull-ups and chin-ups, I found the night to feel chilly; and a light cloud cover with numerous dark tears in it was drifting northward.

The red tent was back in the alleyway beside our house. Whomever is inhabiting it was evidently not deterred by its deconstruction a couple of days ago when no one was 'home' in it.

As yet I have not noticed any strong odours betokening regular public urination and defecation.  

Strangely, at the school I was to find the equipment essentially dry of condensation ─ there was just the slightest hint that any was beginning.

I had weighed myself before leaving home dressed exactly as I planned that I would be exercising ─ this included with my jacket on: maybe 186 pounds, but possibly as low as 185. Since that was how I had believed I would be exercising, I discarded a fleeting notion to exercise with it removed. After all, I was not there to try to break any records by tearing myself down with excruciating effort.

So I reproduced the results of my visit to the playground two days ago. That is, with a 30-count between sets, my performance in two sets of pull-ups, then two sets of chin-ups, and a closing two sets of pull-ups between a pair of half-rings, tallied three in the first set, and then two in all of the others.

And after another 30-count I held a dead hang for a 70-count.

A couple or so minutes later I endured the 10 slow full-range decline push-ups on a metal ramp nearby.

On the return for home, just as I was entering the alleyway from the main avenue, I cop car pulled in alongside me with its lights flashing. The solitary occupant was checking me out, ostensibly saying that he had seen me cross the avenue and wanted to see if all was well with me.

Perhaps it was the five-foot walking stick I bear on these night walks.

But he was satisfied with my statement that I was merely going home and that I lived in the cul-de-sac at the other end of the alleyway.

As an afterthought, I did mention the red tent in case he had nothing more pressing to do than check it out at some point.

By the way, my wife never came home last night.

I am unsure now when it was that I returned to bed. I hope that it was at least by 6:30 a.m. at latest.

The fogginess extends to when I next rose ─ was it after 8:30 a.m.? I think it may have been. Whatever the case, my younger brother had yet to rise.

He had still not emerged from his bedroom shortly after 9 a.m., so I was getting set to finalize a thing or two here at my bedside computer when I heard him moving about in his bedroom; I thus resigned myself to allowing him possession of the T.V.

By then he had missed his favoured news programmes, so after a few minutes when I joined him, he immediately requested that I commence operation of our Android TV Box (its workings defy his understanding).

I began us with a 10-minute (10:34) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: Convoy Organizers Sentenced While Real Criminals Run Loose in Ontario. 

My next selection was not too shy of 1¼ hours (1:12:46) and had been published June 3, 2022, to Rumble's Op Freedom channel: The Big Secret (Medical Documentary).

I suspect that this is a halved (approximately) of a much longer documentary released in 2016 and described at this IMDb.com link.

We finished our viewing with the last half or so of a movie we had to depart from yesterday so my brother could have some further bed rest. It was 2006's Small Claims: The Reunion.

I had previously recorded it because it featured Emma Booth, but I was unaware that it was really the third instalment of a three-movie T.V. series. Fortunately, each movie involved a different story with the two main characters, so no real harm has been done. And I have now downloaded the previous two movies ─ at some point in the next few months we will be watching them.

The movie also featured Rebecca Gibney in one of those two main roles. Had I known, I would have definitely downloaded the other two movies. I wanted Emma Booth because I enjoyed her so much in Glitch; and the same went for Rebecca Gibney for her role in Wanted.

I no longer recall my download source for Small Claims: Reunion, but it could have been this OK.ru link. 

We've had an overcast day.

I had eaten my first meal of the day following my early outing for exercise; but even so, I had not yet sought my nap before my brother had finished resting up and was watching T.V. with Bev.

When I rose, he was gone for a bus to engage his social drinking; but anon I was to hear the voice of my eldest stepson, who now lives with his girlfriend. He was paying a rather rare visit, for it has been maybe three months since last I saw him.

He apparently sold his 1200cc Harley-Davidson, and now own a larger bike ─ another Harley, but this time 1900cc. He was primarily here to give it a thorough cleaning, but he did take the time to help himself to some grub in the fridge. In all, I estimate he was here at least two hours.

My brother returned home just ahead of 7:10 p.m. ─ a little earlier than usual.

Right now it is 7:13 p.m. and I am going to break from this post to enjoy a couple cans of Cariboo Malts (8% alcohol) while watching as many shows here on my bedside computer.

By the way, my brother said that the tent in the alleyway is gone.

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First up was Legacies ─ episode six ("Mombie Dearest") of the first season. It featured beautiful Jodi Lyn O'Keefe, whose name is vaguely familiar, and she herself most definitely so ─ but from where? I could not resurrect the series in my memory.

I see now that there could have been as many as three T.V. series to have made her so familiar to me, and I did wonder if it might have been Nash Bridges, so perhaps that was the start.

It was a very good episode; and Jodi had me in tears at the finishing scenes.

My source was this GOOJARA.to link.

I next chose iZombie ─ episode 10 ("Night and the Zombie City") of season five. It was fun. However, my original GOOJARA.to source crapped out with six minutes to go, so I had to resort to this uFLIX.to link for what remained.

uFLIX can thrust a new browser tab onto a visitor when one's cursor touches the player for whatever reason. The new browser tab is of course some shady advertisement website that hijacks the unwary to it, so one must be vigilant and just close down the new tab and continue with the original. Thus, I prefer avoiding uFLIX.

A guest actress named Carrie Anne Fleming looked pretty darned hot to me!

Despite better sense ─ and solely because I wanted to drink some red wine (Domaine D'Or, 12% alcohol) ─ I tuned in one final show, a sitcom. It was Whitney ─ episode nine ("Up All Night") of the first season.

How can a scrawny tall girl as actress Whitney Cummings look so overwhelmingly sexy! I dare not say more.

Supporting actress Rhea Seehorn's character's needing of someone to inject her tummy once a day at the same time would have bonded me so hopelessly to her that I cannot even imagine it.

But actress Chelsea Handler as the therapist was mind-blowing ─ what a hoot she was with those fabulously believable lines!

And also hot! Why are there so damned many hot women in everything I watch? I can barely stand it.

My source for the episode was this CineGo.tv link.

Okay, I've got to call it quits on this post and publish it so that I can start wrapping things up and getting to bed ─ I want to set my cellphone alarm for 7 a.m. so I can have enough time to normalize sufficiently to have some token exercising out in the backyard tool shed before my brother rises for the morning.

I don't think my wife is coming home tonight.

Regardless ... right now it is 11:25 p.m.