Another damned fall into gross corruption, although ... no, I cannot remember when I made it to bed ─ whether around 1:30 a.m. or more like 2:30 a.m.
No way was I going to be setting my cellphone alarm to get me up at 6 a.m.!
Yet, I slept brokenly, and only for short blocks of sleep. I am foggy now on my night's ultimate progression, but suffice to say that I did get up early ─ at latest it was 6:30 a.m., and so I was to have the backyard tool shed exercising that I had believed was going to be far off the books for today.
I didn't even feel below normal, and consequently did what amounts to be well for me. So using the sides of the child's slide ladder that I have stretched across some rafters: two opening sets of pull-ups (3-1); two sets of chin-ups (2-2); and two sets of pull-ups between the ladder's two sides (1-1), holding the dead hang of the final pull-up for a 50-count.
Then it was on to the squat exercises in an effort to rebuild the strength and use of my right leg at the damaged knee region.
Meantime, my brother had risen and was watching T.V. when I came into the house. But before I went back up to my bedroom to spend time here at my bedside computer, I fixed up my day's first meal that I then brought up here with me to eat.
I joined my brother shortly past 9 a.m., and soon enough got his invitation to begin operation of our old T95X Android 9 TV Box.
With the advisory to my brother that I had no idea if my video choice would be interesting, I tuned in a 1¾-hour (1:47:22) video published two days ago to Rumble's "Coffee and a Mike" Show: Keeping American Privilege- Mel Mattison.
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To my surprise, my brother never once demurred, so we sat through the full conversation, which was quite interesting.
Then we watched Doc Martin ─ episode four ("Nobody Likes Me") of season or series six. I see that the episode was uploaded January 15, 2017, to YouTube's Krisztián Karácsony channel, so it can be watched there: Doc Martin Season 6 Episode 4.
Following that show, my brother returned to his bedroom for some further bed rest.
By the way, my wife had a full workday today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, so she was out of her bedroom by maybe 9:40 a.m. to shower and such, and was away on her longish drive soon past 10 a.m.
No conversation with me, though ─ not about the $500 she lied to me about repaying, nor about anything else.
All of that aside, I had some concern that my brother might restock on beer today after his bed rest, but I was in no frame of mind to skip my own nap and go along with him so I could buy more for myself. Fortunately, he apparently did not run that errand.
I was back to bed for a needed nap by 12:30 p.m. at latest, and somewhat surprised myself by remaining abed for over 2½ hours. I did not easily get to sleep, but once I succeeded, I remained deeply there. In fact, when I first awakened, I believed that I was awaking during the night, for it had completely escaped me that I was merely in bed for a nap.
This undoubtedly indicates that I was badly in need of proper sleep.
My brother was gone, of course, having left at some point for a bus to carry him away to social drink. I shall have to be on point tomorrow for inclusion in any beer restock.
With my wife away and her bedroom available this afternoon, due to a late light exercising session well beyond 4 p.m., I almost halved it. Actually, I did; but when the half was done and I felt able enough, I changed my mind and completed it all.
My brother showed up unusually early this evening, for it was only 7:15 pm. ─ Bev must be delighted.
Alright, at present it is 7:24 p.m. and I am going to break from blogging to watch a couple or so shows here on my bedside computer while enjoying a couple of cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol). My fairly light supper got increased by two slices of pizza that my youngest stepson surprised me with.
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First up was The Guardian ─ episode seven ("The Innocent") of season two. My source was this uFLIX.to link.
The ending has me puzzled. Had the dead man been having ice cream with his estranged young daughter, and then gone into insulin shock ─ and she just let him die rather than administer the injection he was too strung out to do for himself?
Or had they arranged to meet, but he died before she got there. Then when she did get there and realized that he had died, she just left the unopened cheap watch packet on the cement embankment or wall that was some distance away from the scene, and where no one but the viewer would notice?
My second show was over by 9:27 p.m. 'Twas Midnight, Texas ─ episode eight ("Patience Is a Virtue") of season two. My source was this CineGo.co link.
How is it that there are some women who seem so phenomenally beautiful and arousing that there is no human defence against her seduction? For me, I am speaking of actress Jaime Ray Newman as presented in this series.
I shall say no more.
With considerable reluctance, I next opened my four-litre box of Sommet Rouge wine (12% alcohol) and poured myself a glass tumbler of c. eight ounces, and I tuned in Aliens in America ─ episode two ("No Man Is an Island") of the only season. My source was this 1Mvies.biz link.
It actually had its moments, for sure; but I am still uncomfortable with the ludicrous premise of a young Indian teen too set in his traditional ways to want to appear and conduct himself as Western. I live among so many Indians and Pakistanis and other related brown races ─ I am the minority here ─ and there ain't no bloody young man who dresses like that!
One still sees an occasional young male with what seems like a bowed ribbon in his hair, whatever the heck that's all about; but he dresses Western otherwise. Only the very older generation dress in those stupid drab robes designed for a desert environment.
As I said, the show's premise is ludicrous.
The episode ended a little before 10:40 p.m., which is approximately when my wife got home.
I am going to publish this post and soon get to bed, for 6 a.m. will be my official time to 'rise and shine'. Right now, it is 11:12 p.m.
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