I should not have watched a third show last evening ─ it kept me up later than was wise, as it turned out. When my 3 a.m. cellphone alarm chimed, I was ridiculously short on needed sleep, so I cancelled the alarm and called off my intended outing to the nearby elementary school playground for some exercise there.
I reset the alarm for 6 a.m. to ensure that I would at least have some backyard tool shed token exercising; and so it was to be, though I did not go out there until at least 7:30 a.m. My youngest stepson had stayed up all night doing nothing but farting around on his computer, wasting his life; he never went to bed until after 7 a.m. and will have remained there the entirety of the daylight hours.
In the tool shed's six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, I only ever managed one repetition per set; and I only held the dead hang of the final pull-up for a possible 35-count because I was disheartened by how my hands were slowly slipping from overtop the two thick bars they were cupped over.
But at least I had a decent go at building strength and ability in my damaged right knee's atrophied quadriceps muscles. As I have been doing of late, I stand between the two ladder apparatus and holding onto a rung in each, I sustain a one-legged crouch or semi-squat for a 50-count.
There are four such attempts, each of which is immediately preceded by a semi-squat with my haler leg that only requires me to occasionally use a ladder to maintain my balance. I only do those for a 40-count, since I am not seeking that leg's development; but by the same token, I don't want to entirely ignore it.
Then I finish with the usual 31 full flat-footed squats using both legs, and holding the squat posture of the final squat for a 100-count before rising.
It was cold out there this morning! Everything was wet, but it felt like things should have been frozen.
My younger brother emerged from his bedroom no later than 8:30 a.m., I would venture. A little past 9 a.m. I joined him downstairs for some morning T.V., and he was quick to offer that I put our Android TV Box into action.
We gave two long videos a shot. My brother fast got bored with the first because the host was solo and thus just kept talking about that fact. We watched the second video far longer, but ultimately my brother wanted out of that one as well.
Meantime, my wife had a full workday and thus rose shortly after 9:30 a.m. to shower and ready, and was away on her rather long drive soon past 10 a.m.
The third video my brother and I were engaged by was of course very interesting, for it was Chicago Fire ─ episode 16 ("Acting Up") of season 11.
Quite early into it my brother got a cellphone call that was not too long, But towards the end of the excellent episode he wordlessly went upstairs for what seemed as long as 10 minutes, by which time the episode had finished and I was awaiting his return before playing anything new.
It was then ─ 10:30 a.m. ─ that he announced that he had to go somewhere and hoped that it would not be for long.
So I cooked myself up a heavy breakfast that has remained with me ─ so much so that when I was having a light exercise session around 4 p.m. or soon after in my wife's vacant bedroom, I found myself inhibited by what I could do as a result of the system load. At least I worked my bad right leg again ─ that is always important.
My brother was to be away for about two hours at minimum, so there was to be no further morning T.V. He pretty much went directly to his bedroom for some more rest. I cannot recall certainly now, but I may not have returned to my own bed until early into the noon hour where I remained until most reluctantly I rose just past 2 p.m.
It felt so good being there that I knew I could sleep even longer if I tried, but I dared not. My brother was by then up once more, but he soon left Bev watching T.V. and headed out for a bus so he could begin his usual daily social drinking.
There was a long while today when it was raining heavily, but the afternoon did settle down. I had heard yesterday morning that it was not to be raining until Tuesday, I thought. I am hoping that it will be raining come the morning because after I drink two cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) this evening, I will only have one left in my nearly exhausted supply. Consequently, I hope I can find it within me to visit the local Berezan liquor store about a half mile away after its 8 a.m. opening.
I hate going anywhere during the week, but if it is seriously raining I may find some encouragement.
With that explained, it is now 5:18 p.m. and I am going to break from blogging for awhile so that I can drink those two cans of beer while watching a couple of shows here on my bedside computer.
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The first show I tuned in was The Carrie Diaries ─ the premiere episode ("Win Some, Lose Some") of season two. I absolutely love the new character "Samantha Jones" ─ or at least, actress Lindsey Gort who is portraying her.
Great legs on that young woman!
I was extremely pleased with my source for the episode until the final three or so minutes, then this GOOJARA.to link started buffering every few seconds for longer than it would play. So just to watch the final bit without the infuriation, I did so at this CineGo.tv link.
The episode ended before it was yet 7 p.m. It had begun raining since after nightfall, and at times was coming down hard ─ so maybe a good portent for the morning liquor store hobble?
As yet my brother was not back.
When my next show was done around 8:10 p.m., I saw that he was home downstairs with Bev, and passed out in the dark living room where only she was watching the T.V. This is the retirement life he worked decades to achieve, I guess.
The show I watched was Wynonna Earp ─ episode eight ("Hell Raisin' Good Time") of season four. I wanted to watch actress Melanie Scrofano in the entire episode dressed as the hot pig-tailed school girl ─ those thighs in that short skirt were phenomenally alluring.
My episode source was this GOOJARA.to link that played without any issues.
I have not been feeling at all well ─ if I had a lesser constitution, I would be distinctly nauseous. I am sure that heavy late-morning breakfast is the fault. I've eaten nothing since, apart from an afternoon mug of hot instant coffee with the works and the two cans of evening beer. The beer has not been at all welcome in my system.
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Following composing the preceding, I got involved in considerable research for a Facebook post, and then I brushed my teeth for maybe 15 minutes or so. Meantime, my wife arrived home.
At present it is 10:26 p.m.
I have a few further things to do here at my computer, and then I reckon I will just go to bed. I did begin feeling more stable internally ─ whatever was amiss from my earlier meal settled down. But I'll not eat anything this evening.
I hope I sleep well for a change ─ that is, long or at least with the shortest of breaks. My cellphone alarm will be set for 6 a.m.
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