Only One Second Best

My cellphone alarm sounded at 3 a.m. this morning to alert me that it was time to rise and ready for the ¾-mile round trip hobble over to the elementary school playground for some exercise there. I had not been sleeping well in the couple or so hours prior, but notwithstanding, I did not feel especially poorly for it. 

Around 3:45 a.m. when I was downstairs and getting set to leave, I was surprised by my wife only then arriving home. Since we have separate bedrooms, I can never know for sure if she is here at night if I am to bed before she gets home.

She was just as surprised to see me all dressed to go forth, and wished me to be careful.

I found it to be a little above freezing, with a seemingly clear sky. By the time I got to the school, the dark area where the youngest kids' playground is, seemed to have some light freezing on the ground. The play area itself is raised by about a foot, so it is necessary to step up onto that section from the ground level all about it. Well, in doing so, my foot slipped on the frosty surface and I came crashing to the ground, doing my best to ensure I fell upon my back in as much of a controlled fashion as I could manage.

No harm was done, I happily discovered after laying there for a few seconds.

Despite the cool night, I removed my jacket to exercise, so my overall weight was just as on Monday ─ around 187 pounds. Incidentally, yesterday afternoon when I had stripped naked for my bath, I was only a sliver below 180 pounds, so I do seem to be accumulating what is likely flab again.

At least I was able to achieve my pathetic norms of late in the pull-ups and chin-ups ─ two sets of pull-ups, then two sets of chin-ups, and finally two sets of pull-ups between a pair of half rings. I opened with three repetitions, and managed just two in all of the other sets. And always a 30-count between sets.

Then another 30-count, and I held a dead hang for maybe a 65-count before going over to the nearby metal ramp for 10 very difficult slow full-range decline push-ups.

And then the slow hobble home.

The house was in darkness, my wife having gone to bed.

It was maybe 6:10 a.m. by the time I returned to bed. And although I did not sleep well ─ and even rose to use the toilet once ─ I let time slip away on me and never rose for the morning until possibly over three hours later.

My younger brother was watching T.V. and likely wondering when I was going to show up and start operating our Android TV Box.

We were only to view two videos.

The first was 16 minutes (16:11) and had been uploaded yesterday to YouTube's Rebel News channel: Reconciliation Overreach in NDP’s Heritage Act Rewrite could halt B.C. Development.

http://EndLandGrabs.com | Drea Humphrey and Odessa Orlewicz analyze the impact of David Eby’s proposed changes to the Heritage Conservation Act on B.C. businesses, contractors, and builders.

The second video was 2¾ hours (2:48:13) and had been uploaded two days ago to YouTube's Shawn Ryan Show channel: Brian Harpole - Groundbreaking Evidence From Charlie Kirk’s Head of Security | SRS #254.

The description is rather too long for me to care to reproduce it, for it seems solely concerned with detailing Brian Harpole's background and says nothing about the assassination that was the point of the long video.

We never watched all of it, though; with better than an hour to go, my brother announced needing to return to his bedroom for further bed rest prior to busing off in the early afternoon to go social drinking.

Maybe we will continue with it tomorrow morning, but that is not assured.

I fixed up a very filling first meal of my day that has pretty much stayed hunger as my afternoon presently comes to a close while I type these words.

My wife had today off work, but she left us around 4:45 p.m. to head on in to Vancouver. She won't be back tonight, nor likely tomorrow night either.

Her late departure kept me from having a light exercise session in her bedroom, for I wasn't set for it until 5 p.m. and by then it was essentially dark. I do not like using the light in her bedroom because it is overhead and bothersome, and makes the stomach exercising portion annoying because of the glare.

Yeah, it sounds like excuse-making, but there it is. If I do not get to use her bedroom before dark, I deem it to be too late. My own bedroom is far too small and cramped for any exercising.

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I took a blogging break and tuned in here on my bedside computer the 2018 Christmas movie A Christmas Prince: The Royal Wedding. It was more of a 'whodunit' than a true Christmas movie, I felt; but there were more than enough Christmas trappings.

And I do like Rose McIver. I just wasn't in the mood for a couple of flagrant Gays. Why is it felt necessary to always have such populating nearly everything I watch?

My source was this OK.ru link. And the movie marked the finish of the last tallboy can (16 ounces) of the two dozen Cariboo Malts (8% alcohol) that I did not realize I was buying more than a month ago, I believe. At the time, I thought that they were regular 12-ounce (355-ml) cans.

They have proven perfect for movies no more than 1½ hours in length, and now I feel rather sad that I am done with them, for I will never buy that size again ─ not knowingly. They are a novelty that cost more than the quantity is worth when compared to similar volume in 12-ounce cans. 

I suppose the movie may have ended around 8:15 p.m. at earliest, and Bev was still alone where T.V.-watching is concerned.

The movie failed to do more than bring on some doldrums for me ─ I had an inclination to hit some hard stuff. Even so, I decided to have a 12-ounce can of beer and watch something else.

I chose Doom Patrol ─ episode 13 ("Flex Patrol") of the first season. I like this series, but I can't abide the useless villain Mr. Nobody. Each time this pointless clown shows up, it is as if the writers / producers couldn't come up with any way to logically connect whatever they wanted to try next, so they bring back this seemingly all-powerful entity.

I hate this sort of garbage. I am only interested in the humanity the characters display.

My source was this GOOJARA.to link.

As soon as the credits ceased and I tuned out, I saw that it was 9:44 p.m. ─ and that was exactly when my brother showed up. Bev had gone to bed and actually turned off the T.V.

I finished up with a glass tumbler of Domaine D'Or red wine (12% alcohol) and Blue Mountain State ─ episode five ("There's Only One Second Best") of the first season. My source was this RidoMovies.tv link.

I gotta admit that I'm rather feeling the drink. At least 'the gloomies' have eased.

All I have planned for early tomorrow is to rise at 6 a.m., hopefully giving me time enow to normalize and have some backyard tool shed exercises before my brother gets up for the morning.

At present it is 10:50 p.m., so I am going to publish this post, then get to work brushing my teeth and finishing up whatever I have going on at this computer.

Tomorrow is another drag of a day.

Say, I think that I may have had a dream last night of being semi-intimate with my wife ─ we were kissing with deepest involvement. It ain't sex, but we've not kissed like that since maybe at least 13 years.

Yeah, some life I've got.