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I suspect that it was around 11:30 p.m. when I got to bed last night ─ I kept doing things here on my bedside computer to delay my bedtime.

After some sleep I found myself awake enough again to wonder if it might be around 3 a.m., for if so, I would have risen for a possible hobble over to the elementary school playground, or else more locally just 'around the block'.

But it was something like 1:21 a.m. ─ too soon. I used the toilet, annoyed that I was going to have to shut the bathroom door and turn on the light in order to 'aim' properly, for my youngest stepson had still not gone to bed downstairs and I didn't need the idiot suddenly appearing to have a shower.

Turning on a light immediately traumatizes one's sleep cycle.

Even so, I did manage more sleep, yet I was again to hit a wakeful period that proved especially stubborn. I again used the toilet and checked the time and saw that it was maybe 4:41 a.m. ─ too late now to be going for an outing.

I returned to bed, but when sufficient time passed that I realized I was wasting myself lying uselessly in bed, I chose to rise ─ it was 5:15 a.m. My cellphone alarm was set for 6 a.m., so I just cancelled it.

At least nobody was still up but me.

With this jump start on my morning, I was going to be able to have some tool shed exercising earlier than usual. But after finishing a mug of instant coffee here at my computer, my body had stiffened out from being cramped on the stark office chair I use that has me hunched over a low more or less portable computer desk.

So I climbed back into bed fully clothed to take the time to ease out the various body parts almost frozen into immobility as a result of assuming prolonged unnatural sitting postures.

Around 7:15 a.m. I realized that it seemed to have begun to lighten outside such that I felt I could see enough in the gloom of the small shed to probably exercise ─ a small reward for having a clear sky and temperatures a few degrees below freezing.

I did not straightaway go forth ─ first I got everything ready for a planned three-egg breakfast that I would quickly fry up following my exercising.

The session out there was definitely very chilly, but I fared well for what I can do anymore. Using the child's slide ladder that I have spread athwart some rafters, I first had two sets of pull-ups (3-1 repetitions); two sets of chin-ups (two repetitions in each set); and two sets of pull-ups between the ladder's sides (the usual single repetition in each set).

And I had a 50-count dead hang before tackling the squat work to strengthen my right leg's atrophied quadriceps and injured knee.

When I got back into the house, I was surprised to find that my younger brother was already watching T.V. news shows. Notwithstanding, I cooked up my meal and then brought it upstairs to my bedside computer to enjoy. I never returned downstairs to join my brother until after 9 a.m.

He was quick to turn the T.V. over to me so that I could put our old T95X Android 9 TV Box to work, and I led us off with a nine-minute (9:13) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: Mob Mentality at UBC.

Indigenous Rights caused so much tension, screaming and hatred toward Frances Widdowson, Dallas Brodie and Jim McMurtry.

Our second video was basically an hour long, and had been published yesterday to Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel: Depression Meds Withdrawal Syndrome & The New MAID Solution In Canada. Hear Our Personal Story...

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After that I just tuned in the hour or more that remained of the movie we had begun yesterday ─ 1979's Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders. Our source had been uploaded August 15, 2019, to YouTube's Movie Central channel: The Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders | Comedy Drama | Jane Seymour | Lauren Tewes.

It was a pleasant little romp, and rather touching. And so nice to see faces once so familiar to me, but now almost forgotten ─ names, too.

Back then I used to watch a lot of episodes of The Love Boat, but I don't remember that actress Lauren Tewes had a delightful Donna Douglas drawl, so I am assuming that Lauren affected it for the sake of the movie. The accent wasn't as strong as that of 'Elly May Clampett', but with Lauren's blonde hair in the movie, even her face and expressions struck me as being so very Donna Douglas.

Both were beauties!

Anyway, I see that Wikipedia doesn't even mention that there was a Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders II released the following year.

My brother went for his bed rest following the movie's conclusion, and I was not too much longer in seeking my nap. He had already left to bus off and social drink by the time I rose again.

By 3:30 p.m. I had no inclination for any light exercising in my wife's vacant bedroom, so I tried lying down to see if stretching out the stiffness and aches would help. Maybe it did, for anon I did rally and got the chore over with.

I am going to break here at 5:35 p.m. and round up a light supper, my second meal of the day. Then I will get around to watching some shows here on my bedside computer, and of course having my usual two cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol).

I shall complete this post in the latter evening.

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I decided to get the final Christmas movie on my list out of the way now that it's all far enough behind me that I don't need the emotional trauma some of them can bring on for me, for I knew this one was not going to be anything I would ever care to watch anywhere near Christmastime, nor leading up to it.

The movie was 2018's All the Creatures Were Stirring. My source was this CineGo.co link.

I would have been very unhappy if I had mistakenly tuned this in just a couple of weeks back. But at least there was some 'eye candy' to savour.

And I never wasted a beer. I ate my supper during the early part of the movie, and found myself too full for a beer right then. After a time it occurred to me that I might as well take the 10-15 minutes involved in brushing my teeth and do that while watching the feature. And when I was done that, only 15 or so minutes remained, so I withheld until it was over.

But man! I am so sleepy. 

Maybe the movie was done by 7:30 p.m. at most, and as yet I think that Bev was still alone downstairs with the T.V.

Resolute, my next show was The Rookie ─ episode 15 ("A Deadly Secret") of season seven. My source was this TVSeries.video link. It was interesting enough, although perhaps my weariness had my attention straying as my thoughts drifted elsewhere betimes.

I actually finished a can of beer ahead of the show's conclusion, which was around 8:52 p.m. (and my brother came into the house a mere five minutes later).

But I was still so tired ─ if only it had been late enough to just go to bed! The rub with the time is that I had no plans to be rising before 6 a.m., so there is almost no chance for me to be in bed so unusually long should I retire at 9 or even 10 p.m.

My only hope is 11 p.m. at earliest. It would be different if I wanted to be getting up at 3 a.m., but that is not in the cards ─ I am considering some early shopping, and the store opens at 8 a.m.

My second and final show was Doom Patrol ─ episode two ("Tyme Patrol") of season two. Again, my source was a TVSeries.video link.

It kept me interested, and my second can of beer endured. As well, the earlier oppressive weariness considerably abated.

The episode finished at 10:09 p.m. Sure, I could squeeze in a sitcom and a shot of rum, but ... not tonight.

At present it is 10:28 p.m., and even though there may yet be an occurrence worth the mention ere I get to bed, I am going to publish this post and be clear of that duty, at least.