Moon Terms

Evidently I was more depleted than I expected. When my 3 a.m. alarm chimed, I realized that I did not have the physical resources to bear dressing and getting out to the nearby elementary school playground for the small walk and some playground exercising.

I reset my alarm for 6 a.m. ... or so I thought.

As I lay in deep torpor I became aware that I was hearing the alarm chiming, but I could not find it in the gloom. I had to rise and turn on the light.

My cellphone had fallen onto the carpet; and when I checked it to cancel the alarm, I saw that it had been sounding for several minutes past the hour ... but not the hour of 6 a.m.

It was 5:08 a.m.

I was not about to be getting up then. The only reason I meant to rise at 6 a.m. was to have time to recover and have some backyard tool shed exercise before my younger brother was likely to rise for the morning. Even at 7:30 a.m. it is a bit too dark to see safely in the shed.

And so I reset the alarm for 6:15 a.m. ... or did I choose 6:30 a.m.? I forget now.

But that was when my morning finally began.

I went out to the shed a little past 7:30 a.m., choosing not to try climbing up onto a chair in the deep gloom in order to reach the sides of the small child's slide ladder that is spread across some rafters, and which is all I have to exercise with for pull-ups and chin-ups.

Instead I tackled the various squat exercises that I am employing to attempt to strengthen my damaged and probably atrophied lower quadriceps muscles above my right knee ─ it will soon be nine months since that crippling accident.

It was quite cold out there, but those squat exercises helped generate some body heat.

By the time I was done with them, I could see enough to safely tackle the half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups. I managed two pull-ups in the first set, but only one repetition in all of the other sets. It is just too difficult to retain enough of a secure grip when the bar being held onto is so thick that little more than the cupping of my hands over it is possible. And it has glossy blue paint, exacerbating matters.

Still, I held the dead hang of the final pull-up (performed between the ladders two sides) for a 45-count before I quit because of the risk of having had my hands slip too far off the two bars.

My younger brother was to emerge from his bedroom shortly after I was back upstairs here at my bedside computer.

My wife had a full workday scheduled at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, so she was out of her bedroom to shower shortly after 9:30 a.m. and was on her rather long drive half an hour or so later.

As for morning T.V. with my brother around 9:10 or 9:15 a.m., once I got the green light to start operation of our Android TV Box, I led off with a 21-minute (21:10) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: We're not ok with this + Nick Shirley should be journalist of the year!

Canadians are being told there’s no money — for housing, healthcare, seniors, or affordability.
Yet somehow, $2.5 billion was found and sent to Ukraine.
In this video, I break down:
Why Parliament and the media seem unwilling to ask hard questions
And how American YouTuber, Nick Shirley, has blown the lid off of Minnesota fraud and the Somalian community.

Next came a five-minute (5:28) video published earlier today to Rumble's ProgressiveTruthSeekers channel: How Zionism Has Ruined The United States. Refer to the video link for the somewhat disjointed description ─ actually, there is more than I care to bother reproducing in view of how short the video is.

After that I resorted to my flash, thumb, or USB drive to catch up on some videos recorded months ago.

First was Soldier Soldier ─ episode four ("Fighting Spirit") of the first season or series. However, there is no bloody way that we watched a 50-minute video, or else I was very distracted.

I have no idea what my source was, but I see that it is presently available as a September 12, 2018, upload to the Dailymotion.com brandonperrytv channel: Soldier Soldier S01 E04.

Then it was a 27-minute (27:39) uploaded May 19, 2020, to YouTube's Talasbuan channel: Springtime at the cabin | Off Grid Life.

Our final video was a long movie, and thus we had to break from it nearly midway through so that my brother could have further bed rest. I will say more once we have watched it.

I had myself a turkey luncheon after putting the carcass into the fridge icebox ─ I will make a soup once I get some organic barley or whatever I go for. It was definitely beginning to sport a somewhat sourish odour. If I survive unscathed what I have eaten today, then the carcass will be worth the risk.

I had my usual early afternoon nap, and then around 3:30 p.m. took advantage of my wife's vacant bedroom for some light exercising there.

Right now it is 5:39 p.m. and I am going to break from blogging. I felt quite normal today ─ no strong need to start my morning off by spiking my instant coffee with booze like I have been doing since Christmas. Nevertheless, with nightfall I have gown somewhat anxious and wistful, so I am going to tune in a Christmas movie and watch it here on my bedside computer before having some supper ─ I want to drink two cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) before adding even a light supper to my stomach.

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I had no idea that the 2019 Black family Christmas movie Twas the Chaos before Christmas was going to be as awesomely emotional ─ and funny ─ as it proved to be! I loved the darned thing!

My source was this uFLIX.to link.

Perhaps lead billing went to actress Cynthia Kaye McWilliams, but everyone was superb, even if I cannot say that anybody was familiar to me.

Man, I not only went through two cans of beer, but also a big shot of Lamb's Dark Navy Rum.

My supper was indeed light enough, but much of it was watery-based, and now a beer is unthinkable ─ I chose well to drink beer first.

The movie ended by 7:14 p.m., and I realized that my brother was back from wherever he had bused to social drink. From what I understand, he wants to visit his daughter tomorrow morning in Washington State, but is concerned about the December 26 American requirement to have everyone photographed ─ how much time is this going to pile onto the border crossing?

Anyway, I found myself growing somewhat groggy, and as a result I was hardly delighted that the next show I had scheduled on my normal evening viewing was Kyypton ─ episode nine ("Blood Moon") of season two. I was almost groggy and wondering what I was in for ... right up until monster "Doomsday" was unleashed on the rebels. That pulled me wide awake for the duration of the episode.

My source was this GOOJARA.to link. 

I suppose it finished a little before 9 p.m., and a glass tumble (just over eight ounces) of Mission Ridge Premium Dry Wine (red) sustained me very adequately.

I wanted to try and rise again at 3 a.m., but the alcohol had its grip on me by this time. I needed a bit more before getting my sorry self to bed.

I opted for the sitcom Blue Mountain State ─ episode nine ("Midterms") of season one. My source was this RidoMovies.tv link.

I often wonder how Alan Ritchson feels about his youthful performance in that series back then; but what about very elderly Cloris Leachman in this episode?

No matter ... I added another shot of dark rum to my drinking, and now feel like I should just tune in another Christmas movie and maybe break for a couple more beers, and then go to bed.

Right now it is 10:10 p.m. and I am going to pause to take the 15 or so minutes to brush my teeth. Be back very shortly.

... And at 10:22 p.m. just as I was about to begin the lengthy teeth-brushing routine, my wife got home. We had a quick fun chat concerning a mail delivery she has been awaiting. And soon after, my brother stopped by to enquire about the disappeared turkey carcass. Nobody had any of the remaining turkey since I delved into it yesterday, so it's hardly been improving by ageing on the dining table after these four days. 

But he and Bev were just curious. Nobody was interested in attempting any.

Damn it! I want so badly to watch some sentimental Christmas fare and drink ─ I can do beer now. But I will only require frequent micturation, and it would be shortening whatever night's sleep is possible to me.

This is cruel ─ maybe I will slowly put away another shot (or even two) of rum while watching some of 2020's 'Mariah Carey's Magical Christmas Special' ─ it's 43 minutes (43:43). I found a source here online, but I doubt I require more than a quarter of the feature.

There will be no early rising overnight, for it is now 11: 39 p.m.