Yet another very bad night's sleep. However, apart from twice needing to deal with urinary urgency, I forced myself to remain abed until my 6 a.m. cellphone alarm began chiming.
It was to be another sunny day that my burning eyes cannot appreciate.
Considering that last afternoon I found myself unable to perform even a single pull-up out in the backyard tool shed due to stiffness and sore muscles and such, I went out there this morning around 7:40 a.m. and did unexpectedly well. For repetitions, in the first two sets of pull-ups: three and one. In the two sets of chin-ups: two repetitions in each set. The final two sets of pull-ups between the thick side bars of the child's slide ladder saw me managing the usual single repetition in each, and I held the dead hang of the final pull-up for a 50-count.
Then I dealt with the squat session.
I was back into the house ere quite 8 a.m.
Earlier I had washed down an aspirin with a mug of hot instant coffee with the works, even though I am fasting today. I was to have a second such coffee while watching morning T.V. with my younger brother, who had emerged from his bedroom well before 9 a.m.
For some damned reason after I had joined him soon past 9 a.m., he kept the T.V. playing the repetitive news programme he had tuned in ─ if my wife did not have a full workday scheduled today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, I would have returned to my bedroom and my bed. As it was, if she had not emerged from her bedroom before 10 a.m., I intended to get back to bed anyway.
She emerged from her bedroom around 9:40 a.m. to shower, and my brother finally relinquished the T.V. to me so I could put our Android TV Box into operation around 9:50 a.m. at earliest.
My wife left on her fairly long drive a little past 10 a.m., by which time I was involved in tuning in two short videos that had been uploaded yesterday to YouTube's Tajana Cekic channel:
According to Carney he’s aligning us with the New World Order for future success, but according to him he doesn’t know who the NWO will be…make it make sense
Do you guys remember the viral dress of 2015? I have a theory about it 🤣🤣🤣🤣listen…don’t judge me for my random weird thoughts
Next I tuned in Bosch ─ the premiere episode ("The Smog Cutter") of season three.
I followed that with Car 54, Where Are You? ─ the premiere episode ("Who's for Swordfish?"). My source had been uploaded January 30, 2018, to YouTube's Shout! Studios channel: Car 54, Where Are You?: Who's For Swordfish | Season 1 Episode 1 (Full Episode).
After that was an eight-minute (8:26) video published February 11, 2021, to BitChute's bluedemon218 channel: Chapter Black VI. It was a compilation of various accidents and disasters caught on film.
We finished with a YouTube video about cheetahs, but I have no intention of watching anything on the channel again because the narration was A.I. ─ I despise the use of that software. The footage was decent enough, but if I cannot have a genuine human being speaking and pronouncing words naturally, I refuse to frequent the channel, nor even identify it.
My brother returned to his bedroom for more bed rest. And since I was dispensing with an early meal, I was to bed for a nap fairly early into the noon hour. Once I got to sleep, it was deep. When I later roused, I believed that I was waking from a nighttime sleep, and wondered if it was anywhere near when I should be getting up. I almost rolled over to try for more sleep.
It was close to 2 p.m. by then, and within an hour I heard my brother bid goodbye to Bev as he left for a bus to take him social drinking.
Despite a definite lack of energy due to not eating, I had an exercise session in my wife's vacant bedroom. And soon after that, since this was a bath day, I tackled that chore as daylight faded away.
Stripped naked for the bath, my body weight was right around 180 pounds.
And now at 7:48 p.m., I am going to break from this post to watch a couple of shows here on my bedside computer whilst enjoying two cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol). I truly hope the first show is deeply interesting or even rousing, for I am growing remarkably sleepy.
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My first show was Harlots ─ episode three of season two. My source was this OK.ru link.
The episode was interesting enough, but not at all exciting in any fashion. I still feel myself to be unpleasantly encroaching sleepiness.
The show finished by 8:40 p.m. at most. I have no plans to be rising any earlier than 6 a.m. tomorrow, so it would be senseless to consider a bedtime anywhere near this early when I sleep as ill as I tend.
I next watched The 100 ─ episode eight ("The Old Man and the Anomaly") of season six. My source this time was this 1Movies.bz link.
That show had my interest, and a fair amount of excitement, ending no later than 9:42 p.m.
And so went my second can of beer, and still my brother had not returned, as far as I knew.
I opted to brush my teeth here in my bedroom with the door ajar as I lay on my bed; this can be a 15-minute job. At completion, after I had rinsed off in the bathroom, I realized that my brother was silently watching T.V. downstairs with Bev.
So maybe he had gotten home during The 100?
With the teeth-brushing done, I poured about eight ounces of St Hubertus Gamay Noir organic red wine (12.7% alcohol). The bottle listed the date 2022, and further claimed that it was part of "600 cases".
I was inclined to keep the unopened bottle, but on something of a whim I did an Internet search and got this A.I. claim:
St. Hubertus (Oak Bay Vineyard) Gamay Noir is best drunk young—ideally within the first 1 to 3 years of its release.
Thus, if it was 'released' in 2022, that is coming on nigh four years ago. So I guess it's gotta go ─ down my gullet, I mean.
I have no idea what it tastes like, not having drunk any before. I'm fine with it. I drank half of the glass tumbler while watching a delightful episode of Victorious ─ episode four ("The Birthweek Song") of the first season. My source was this uFLIX.to link.
Only now do I see that the player is identifying the wrong episode ─ it played episode 10 ("Beck's Big Break") of the first season.
So I felt inclined to do naught else but watch the proper episode.
Believe it or not, my first attempt at a different website yielded the same misfiled episode 10. However, I struck gold with this return to a 1Movies.bz link.
Thankfully after the pilot episode, each episode thereafter is pretty much unrelated to any other episode, so no context is lost.
But I have gotta say that I am absolutely adoring the beautifully innocent, guileless facial expressions of delightful Ariana Grande ─ this leggy young thing was so endearing and hot!
The second half of the glass tumbler of St Hubertus was easily sufficient.
I had best publish this post and start shutting down various browser tabs and such, and then get to bed, for right now it is 11:45 p.m.
My wife has yet to get home, incidentally.
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