Despite an occasional conscious break after I got to bed last night, when my 3 a.m. cellphone alarm chimed, I was remarkably game to rise and get ready for the ¾-mile round trip hobble over to the elementary school playground for some exercise there.
I think it may have just passed 3:30 a.m. when I left. Everything outside was wet with recent rain, and it was still spitting such that I knew it would not be possible to wipe a monkey bar dry enough to do pull-ups and chin-ups barehanded.
Fortunately I was to find that the monkey bars are encased in a material ─ whether of rubber or non-glossy plastic ─ that allowed my old CLC gloves to maintain a very good grip for the number of repetitions I am only capable of anymore here in my deteriorating old age.
I had weighed myself fully clothed before leaving home, so I knew that I was working with 187 pounds.
And so my repetitions in two sets of pull-ups: three and one. Two sets of chin-ups: two and two. And over at the half rings, I was so enfeebled by then that when the first set saw me manage just one pull-up between a pair of them and then barely get my upper arms horizontal in a half pull-up at my second try, I surrendered and did three further sets of just a single pull-up without any attempt at doubling up.
I always have a 30-count between sets.
I finished up with a dead hang of a 50-count back at the monkey bar that I had been using before, then I went over to the nearby metal ramp for 10 very slow full-range decline push-ups. I think the final couple saw me resting for as many as 10 seconds when my arms were locked out before I attempted another descent and gruelling elevation.
But it was good to have had the entire session.
After hobbling back home, it was a very few minutes past 6 a.m. before I returned to bed for an almost sleepless time of it, not rising again, however, until maybe 8:45 a.m. or more.
By the way, my wife had not come home last night.
It was just past 9:15 a.m. when I joined my younger brother for some T.V. And after getting his invitation to start operating our Android TV Box, I led us off with an 18-minute (18:57) video published yesterday to Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel: Cows Collapsing From Mandated Bovaer Additive- Farmers Furious! mRNA Fluvax Trial Dangerous FAIL.
So As Was Warned- Cows DROPPING From Mandated BOVAER Additive. Farmers Furious.
Also: Disastrous Outcomes For Seniors In New mRNA Flu Vaccine Phase 3 Trials They Tried To HIDE- That The FDA Caught & Is Exposing Publicly.
Then I tuned in the second episode ("Chapter two: The Human Heart") of the three-episode T.V. series from 2019: A Christmas Carol. I didn't get the impression that my brother cared much for the first episode a couple of mornings ago, but he clearly got caught up in this one.
If interested, all three episodes are presently available at this GOOJARA link. I had downloaded the episodes we are working through.
Our final show was Yellowstone ─ episode four ("Horses in Heaven") of season five.
After that, it was time for my brother's bed rest. I think he went out on some sort of errand early in the afternoon; and then at 2:33 p.m. he left on foot for a bus so he could go social drinking.
I got together my day's first meal after Yellowstone, and after eating it here at my bedside computer, I was back to bed fairly shortly after 12:30 p.m., I believe. If so, then I was down for my nap for at least 1½ hours.
We've had a fairly wet day, although I suspect that the rain has been intermittent and not ongoing.
I had some light exercise in my wife's vacant bedroom beginning around 3:15 p.m. when it was still light enough outside that I did not need to turn on a light.
Right now it is 4:38 p.m. and I am going to break from blogging. I shall soon get myself a light second meal of my day to serve as supper, and I will afterwards be watching at least a couple of shows here on my computer whilst enjoying some drink. I have no plan to be getting up any earlier than 6 a.m. tomorrow, so I hope I behave this evening and go to bed sensibly (and not get caught up in vile weakness).
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When I watch Christmas movies here on my own, I have a sort of rotation. Last evening I skipped a movie that was next in line because of late I have been subjected to an inordinate number of Black-cast movies, and I just cannot closely relate with Christmas movies featuring Black families.
I never realized that there were so many such Christmas movies!
So I decided this time to watch the movie I had skipped just to be done with it and have it removed from the rotation. I was not feeling as in need of the emotion as I was yesterday ─ I was feeling ... stable, I would say.
The movie I tuned in, then, was 2019's Carole's Christmas. It featured a character played by actress Kimberly Elise ─ someone I cannot say I have any familiarity with.
I ate my supper (a can of sardines, and a small mandarin orange and small apple) at the start of the movie, and then held off opening a can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) until something like the 35-minute mark of the show.
It was good I did, for the beer easily lasted me. The movie was of course interesting enough, but it had no effect on me because it lacked realism ─ it was too hoaky or contrived; that is, until the lead character was returned to her original life. Only then did my eyes tear with considerable emotion as things played out and Carole had her happy ending.
Apart from that sequence, I cannot say that I liked the movie. I would not choose to watch it again.
However, if you are less critical and curious about the movie, my source was this uFLIX.to link.
The movie ended around 6:50 p.m., so I had loads of time for another show.
I tuned in FBI: Most Wanted ─ episode seven ("Rendition") of season five. It was good to see actor Mike Dopud playing what he does best ─ a very believably menacing character. I last enjoyed him on The 100 as a psychopath everyone rightly feared, but I cannot recall what his fate on that series was.
My episode source for this episode of FBI: Most Wanted was this CineGo.tv link. And it was a very good show indeed. Of course a second can of beer was drunk during it.
The episode probably ended around 8:15 p.m., and I do not believe my brother was yet home this fairly stormy evening.
And so I ventured yet another full series episode of a T.V. series after pouring myself a glass tumbler of Haywire King Family Merlot 2022 (14% alcohol) from the 750-ml bottle I opened yesterday and did similarly.
Yesterday I had a fresh palate, drinking the wine after opening the bottle, and before having had a beer. At the time, I was just about certain that there was a hint of effervescence.
Well, not this time.
The two beers simply were doing little for me. The glass tumbler yields approximately a third of a 750-mil bottle ─ or nigh eight ounces each third of the bottle. This portion gave me a very decent boost.
Anyway, the show I tuned in was Blood Ties ─ episode three ("5:55") of season two. My source was this GOOJARA.to link.
Fantasy, sure ─ but I enjoyed it a lot.
I feel less alone and hopeless when I watch my shows and have some drink, as a rule. Yes, even though I do so all alone here in my bedroom at my bedside computer at the age of 76.
The show finished around 9:30 p.m., and my brother got home around 9:45 p.m.
I wish I had some hard liquor on hand ─ I would tune in a sitcom. But I am disinclined to intake the fluid volume a beer or more wine involves, so I shall stop drinking for tonight and watch nothing further.
By the way, I just realized that Blood Ties and Carole's Christmas were versions of a theme ─ that of reliving the past and trying to change one's bad choices.
Damn, it's now 11 p.m., and I may stray. I had best publish this now, though, and deal with the struggle.
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