A Lot of Good to Do

Despite some latter-night awakening, my 6 a.m. cellphone alarm was to rouse me to rise and begin my morning.

My younger brother came downstairs for the morning just as I was about to head outside to the backyard tool shed for a session of exercises.

I am still managing what amounts for me as being good numbers in the pull-ups and chin-ups off the sides of the child's metal slide ladder that I have stretched athwart some roof rafters ─ it is the only means I have for these exercises, poor as it is because the diameter of the sides is too wide to allow me to engulf it securely in my hands as would be the case with a proper chin-up bar.

So the opening two sets of pull-ups (2-1 reps) was followed by two sets of chin-ups (2-2 reps), and then came the two sets of pull-ups between the ladder's two sides (2-1) before I held the last pull-up's dead hang for a 50-count.

Note that I cannot recall how many weeks ago it was that the first of those two sets between the ladder's sides witnessed me manage two pull-ups.

And of course, I finished with the squat variations to do what I can to strengthen my right leg's atrophied quadriceps muscles, although I cannot see how I can ever regain proper use of my knee. If I was not the prisoner that I am of my environment and could be out walking every day at my whim, I would seek to try numerous manoeuvres to challenge my knee, including attempts to jog. But I shall be no one's spectacle of entertainment ─ I have no such privacy, and thus remain shut up here in my home.

Incidentally, it has been quite a wet day ─ sometimes the rain has been intense.

After returning into the house and then my bedroom to spend time here at my bedside computer, I was downstairs again by 8:50 a.m. to prepare what I would be having for my day's first meal, and then just ahead of 9 a.m. I joined my brother for some T.V., although I had to wait until between 9:10 - 9:15 a.m. ere he invited me to tune in something via our old T95X Android 9 TV Box.

The first video we watched was 16½ minutes, and had been published yesterday to Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel: Breaking: New Nipah Virus "Pandemic" Being Pushed By Laughable Mainstream Media Clowns.

Breaking: "Nipah Virus Pandemic" Fear P.0.R.N All Over Mainstream Media. I show the absolutely LAUGHABLE stats. 5 People "Infected" and ONE Sick In A Country Of 1.47 Billion. 2026 Here We Go Again. Don't Miss This One!

After that we watched Soldier Soldier ─ episode six ("Loyal to the Corps") of season one. Our source had been uploaded June 11, 2025, to YouTube's Nullify channel: Soldier Soldier | S01E06 | Loyal to the Corps.

My brother and I figured unanimously a 'good riddance' to a "Donna" character who seemed little more than a tart and faithless wife as she abandoned her soldier husband who was being sent off on a six-month stint in military prison. But now in checking out actress Rosie Rowell who portrayed the wife, I see that the character was to be a regular in five seasons (or series).

It will be interesting to see how she gets worked back into the series.

The final video that we watched was the 44 or so minutes remaining of the movie we had postponed finishing yesterday ─ 1973's Enter the Dragon. I am almost positive that we watched some or all of it long ago independently of one another, but I cannot point to anything solid that I could remember.

Our source for the movie had been published January 1, 2025, to BitChute's TrueMoviesMan🎬: €♑t€rt♓€Dr@g⚪♑ (1973). Probably the ridiculous titling at BitChute is to hide the movie's actual name due to potential problems with copyright claim.

So much of the movie was hokey, but it was still interesting enough.

I have to say that Bruce Lee's various fighting vocal sounds are absolutely Gay and for me negatively distracted from the action ─ it made the scenes comedic. Likewise the ludicrous close-up exaggerated facial expressions that belonged in silent era moving pictures.

And why did every punch and kick ─ no mater to what part of the body ─ make the very same cracking sound? Fighting sound effects should have been treated more seriously. Why would a punch to the gut sound just like one to the head?

Oh, well. It's been watched and is now behind us.

My brother sought his further bed rest following the movie, and I may have even made it to bed just ahead of noon for my nap, since I had eaten much earlier. If I did make it back to bed by noon, then despite some trouble finding sleep, I remained in bed for a little over 1¾ hours. By then, my brother had left afoot for a bus to take him social drinking.

Early in the latter afternoon ─ maybe 3:15 p.m. or soon thereafter ─ I resorted to my wife's bedroom for a light exercising session.

Right now it is 5:17 p.m., and I am about to have a light supper ─ my day's second and final meal. Then I shall watch some T.V. shows here on my bedside computer while doing a little drinking.

I will finish this post later in the evening.

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I first watched A Gifted Man ─ episode nine ("In Case of Abnormal Rhythm") of the only season. My source was this Sflix.fi link.

Dang, that one turned out to be an emotional ride. I had finished a can of Cariboo Strong malt (7% alcohol) before it had finished, whether or not the show was responsible for the quickened drinking.

By 7 p.m. it was over, and two minutes later I heard my brother come into the house.

My second show ended barely past 8 p.m., as did my second can of beer. The show was Legacies ─ episode 13 ("The Boy Who Still Has a Lot of Good to Do") of the first season. My source was this CineGo.co link.

It was very interesting and all, but even though I was surprised that they killed off the "Landon" character (which turned out not to be true), not once through the entire episode did I feel emotionally involved. It was only interesting and even exciting at times.

I wonder why it never affected me emotionally?

At this point I took the 15-or-so minutes to brush my teeth, and then I poured myself a glass tumbler of Sommet Rouge wine (12% alcohol) and tuned in Victorious ─ episode seven ("Robarazzi") of the first season. My source was this 1Movies.bz link.

The gorgeous young gals have me hooked, but I just cannot take my eyes off Ariana Grande's face anytime she is in view ─ her beautiful guileless innocence absolutely blows me away!

And them legs ─ the best of the lot, by my estimation.

I feel to be in such a vast void of emptiness because of the social vacuum that I exist in ─ I needed to have young ladies in my life, but it never developed for me. Young lads were never my thing, yet I ended up wed to a woman with two young sons.

But that is territory I am not presently prepared to start marching into.

It is presently exceptionally early for me to have arrived at this point with my scheduled bedroom drinking and T.V. series-watching completed. Mayhaps I should soon call it quits for today and get myself to bed. However, doing so is going to find me rising exceptionally early due to my impaired ability to sleep.

I did some online research about my knee, and have pretty much established as likely the self-diagnosis I have been harbouring concerning my knee ─ I believe that my patella was detached or dislocated from that pile-drive into a cement floor that was my lot last March 1st.

ℱ𝓊𝒸𝓀 the Canadian government at every damned level that has resulted in a healthcare system making it impossible to easily been seen by a knowledgeable specialist ─ it is no longer possible for me to even be given an appointment at a damned walk-in clinic. Any near only accept patients they already have on the books.

There are politicians responsible for this debacle who deserve more than mere imprisonment.

Enough ─ it is 9:46 p.m. Maybe I will see about being to bed in a half hour or so, despite the penalty for doing so. My morning will probably commence at 4 a.m. if not even before.