Wildcat

The point of midnight may have just passed before I got to bed last night ─ I cannot remember. But I kept my cellphone alarm set for 6 a.m.

After some sleep, I found myself awake and decided to visit the toilet in case the relief would help me surrender to further sleep. At returning to my bedroom, I checked the time in case it was near enough to 6 a.m. that I could just remain up.

I saw it to be 4:11 a.m.

It seemed folly to try and have a full morning starting from then, so I got back into bed and did my best to sleep.

To no avail.

Another check of the time revealed it to be 5:18 a.m. How can it be that I was faring so poorly at sleep?

That was when I commenced my morning. I felt remarkably awake and well enough, but I still went downstairs to boil water for an instant coffee with which to wash down an aspirin.

The only reason I was rising at 6 a.m. was in order to have the time to normalize for some exercise out in the backyard tool shed once there was sufficient daylight ─ it is still too dark even at 7:30 a.m.

However, by 7:30 a.m. I had stiffened up from sitting on this metal office chair here at my bedside computer, and my eyes were burning, so I chose to return to bed fully clothed just to straighten up until it got a little lighter outside.

There is always some danger that drowsiness could overcome me when I try something like this, but I was spared that fate and was outside well ahead of 8 a.m.

Sufficient 'straightening up' had taken place that in the six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, the opening set of pull-ups saw me manage two repetitions, as did the opening set of chin-ups. My routine is two sets of pull-ups, then two sets of chin-ups, and I close with two sets of pull-ups between the thick sides of the child's slide ladder (spread across roof rafters) that is my only means for these exercises.

I held the very final pull-up's dead hang for a 50-count, then tackled the squat session to rebuild my right leg's quadriceps, especially down at the dysfunctional knee.

My younger brother was not to emerge from his bedroom until around 9:30 a.m., so by then I was in control of the T.V. and working with our old T95X [it is actually T95Q] Android 9 TV Box.

When he joined me, I led things off with a 17-minute (17:18) video uploaded earlier today to YouTube's AnitaK channel: Canada, he’s just not that into us.

"He" was a reference to President Donald Trump. 

Then I chose a very short (1:46) video published January 11 to BitChute's THE DARK TRUTH channel: HERE IS THE NEXT MANDATORY MRNA VACCINE IMPLANT WHEN THEY RELEASE THE NAME OF THE NEW PANDEMIC.

FULL SCALE COMMUNISM - FREEDOM ..... WHAT FREEDOM ...... A THING OF THE PAST.
Bill Gates has gone from a Microsoft computer manufacturer to the world's next Doctor Frankenstein. 
He has funded the release of 500 satellites to watch and track every square inch of the planet and now he thinks he is the world's top doctor who wants to eliminate 90% of the world's population (Eugenics) with poisonous vaccines.
TRY GOING ANYWHERE WITHOUT THIS IN YOUR ARM AND SEE WHAT HAPPENS. 
OF COURSE THE SHEEP WILL COMPLY BUT..... WILL YOU?

After that I tuned in Chicago P.D. ─ episode 18 ("You Only Die Twice") of season 10.

And we finished up with a movie that we finally had to postpone finishing because it had already gone into the noon hour and my brother needed his further bed rest, for as usual he would be busing off in the early afternoon to go social drinking.

I had eaten before he joined me in the morning, so I probably got back to bed for a needed nap around 12:30 p.m. Actually, I cannot clearly recall now; nor do I remember when I rose again, but my brother was gone by then.

I still didn't feel normalized, either. Perhaps some of that had to do with this being a mainly sunny day ─ I prefer gloom outside.

I suppose that it was a little past 4 p.m. when I resorted to my wife's vacant bedroom for some further exercising ─ maybe it was more like 4:30 p.m.

At present it is 6:05 p.m. ─ time for me to gather up a very light supper. Once that is eaten, I intend watching a couple of shows here on my bedside computer while enjoying as many cans of  Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol).

A wee more blogging later this evening to complete this post.

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My first show was actually the unforgivably abrupt series finale episode ("The Alpha and the Omega") of Krypton. I had no idea that I have been following such a bloody dead end ─ this is despicable!

And the damned episode was so rousing!

If interested, my source was this Goojara-Movies.co.za link.

My second show was Stargirl ─ episode four ("Wildcat") of the first season. My source this time was this CineGo.co link.

I keep finding this series inspirational ─ even though the heroes seem thus far to be teen girls and I am a 76-year-old male loser whose dreams have never come true.

The episode ended just after 8:35 p.m., I would estimate. And my brother seemed to show up very soon after ─ very drunk from what I could hear of his conversation downstairs with Bev.

As for myself, I had my two cans of beer.

Following the show, I took the time to brush my teeth. And now, at 9:31 p.m., I am going to start shutting things down on this computer after I publish this post. I am considering trying to rise at 3 a.m. and making the ¾-mile round trip hobble over to the nearby elementary school playground for some exercise there.

May it be!