Following last evening's vast dishonour, when my 3 a.m. cellphone alarm chimed, I responded and rose, but I did not start to dress for an outing to the elementary school playground. Sure, I was short on sleep, but I knew that I could handle that. What I could not cope with was the crushed spirit and dashed self-confidence.
How could I brave the night knowing what a weak and pathetic fool I was?
The house was in darkness, so I hobbled downstairs and gathered together from the fridge a very light breakfast that I brought back to my bedroom, but I didn't eat it. I just wanted it to approach room temperature for later eating.
I then set my cellphone alarm for 6 a.m., and returned to bed. I would rise early enough to have some backyard tool shed exercise after it was light enough outside, and hopefully well before my younger brother rose for the morning.
When my 6 a.m. cellphone alarm chimed, initially I was asleep enough that the sound was confusing to me, but I quickly realized what it portended and rose.
A mug of strong hot instant coffee was in order to wash down an aspirin.
I did succeed in having my exercise well ahead of my brother's rising for the morning, and I did a little better than usual. So two sets of pull-ups (3-1 reps), two sets of chin-ups (2-2 reps), and two sets of pull-ups between the overhead metal ladder's sides ─ a single pull-up in both sets, but I held the last one's dead hang for a 50-count.
Then it was the knee work, however ineffective it may be in regaining my normal walking ability.
There had been some rain overnight, and everything was still dripping from it. Some rain was still to return over the morning.
My brother came downstairs well before 9 a.m., but I waited until maybe 9:10 a.m. before joining him, and soon enough getting his invitation to put our Android TV Box to work.
So first up was a 39-minute (35:39) video uploaded earlier today to YouTube's AnitaK and PortuguesePai channel: Pipeline or Pipe Dream? + Constant Caving In to First Nations --- with Portuguese Pai.
Myself and Ontario Podcaster, Portuguese Pai Debrief on that week that was in Canadian politics!
I then tuned in two very short and latest videos at Rumble's Truths Unlimited channel, but neither is worth a mention.
I followed those with The Outpost ─ episode 11 ("The Hardest Part of Being Queen") of season three.
And we finished up with the 50 or so minutes remaining of the 1992 movie Thunderheart. It was pretty good. Indian actress Sheila Tousey rather caught my eye, for I found her to be quite attractive. Of course today ─ 23 years later ─ time has not been kind, as it rarely ever is.
Anyway, if interested, my source was published January 1, 2025, to BitChute's TrueMoviesMan channel: T♓⛎♑d€r♓€art (1992).
My wife had come home last evening during my stretch of iniquity here within my enclosed bedroom, so we never had contact. But she apparently had a full workday today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time. She emerged from her bedroom soon after 9:30 a.m. to shower and such, and was away on her rather wet longish drive about a half hour later.
After Thunderheart, my brother returned to his bedroom for more bed rest. I had eaten my light breakfast following my tool shed exercising, so when it dawned upon me around 12:15 p.m. that I had best get in my nap as early as possible now that it gets dark so early in the latter afternoon, or I would run the risk of not having the daylight for some light exercising in my wife's vacant bedroom.
And everything went according to plan.
Right now it is 6:40 p.m. and I have had a supper, so I am going to pause this post and squeeze in a couple of shows here on my bedside computer so that I can enjoy two cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol). I am seriously considering rising tonight at 3 a.m. for that elementary school playground visit, but this time I am not going to be sitting up until long past 11 p.m.
I shall return shortly to rap up this post.
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First up was Prime Suspect ─ episode seven ("Wednesday's Child") of the only season. My source was this Tvids.net link.
I know how irritated I have been in my life by trouble-making and undisciplined little kids, so I keenly sympathize with a mother who hits the breaking point because she can't cope. Personally, I'm also a believe in so-called corporal punishment when it is due an unruly child. I have never administered it, but I have certainly received it, so I believe that a lack of discipline does no child any good.
Anyway, the episode was over no later than 7:34 p.m., and I think my brother arrived home by 7:40 p.m. from wherever he had gone via bus to engage his nearly daily social drinking.
I next tuned in Madam Secretary ─ episode two ("Another Benghazi") of season one. On this occasion was source was this RidoMovies.tv link.
It's an entertaining series premise, and presents a fictional reality that may be close to the truth, bit I am only watching it because an actress whom I cannot place appeared in it ─ whether just once or as a recurring character, I now do not know.
I am willing enough to sample series for such a reason, although I have my limits. I doubt that I would watch a regular medical or legal series ─ they would need some unique hook such as has A Gifted Man and The Guardian.
The episode probably ended around 8:50 p.m. and beer number two, and I feel adequately affected.
At this moment it is 10:24 p.m. and I feel set to get to bed ─ 3 a.m. is early.
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