All Is Lost

Although I felt better overnight ─ my respiratory affliction does appear to be on the wane ─ breathing can be troublesome because a nasal passageway always seems to become blocked. I could have risen by 5 a.m. or earlier due to sleep impairment, but it would have been senseless. However, when my 6 a.m. cellphone alarm chimed, it pulled me from the slide into some sleep.

Oh well.

I dared a visit to the backyard tool shed when it became light enough outside to see in there, but it took considerable time to loosen up. Heck, when I attempted a pull-up on the side of the child's slide ladder that I have stretched across some roof rafters, the bottommost triceps muscles of my upper arms were as initially shockingly sore as if I had been overtraining, yet I did absolutely nothing at all the previous two days.

I am just ageing badly. Before going outside, I wanted to try and do 10 push-ups, but I was so pathologically stiff that after getting down to all fours, I just could not dare to try. I'm physically pathetic.

So it took time out in the shed, but gradually I managed a repetition in each of two sets of pull-ups, two sets of chin-ups, and two sets of pull-ups between the ladder's sides.

I wish that I had a genuine chin-up bar to exercise on, but I do not.

I did 31 full flat-footed squats afterwards.

I was back upstairs to my bedside computer well before my younger brother emerged from his bedroom for the morning.

When we got together a little past 9 a.m. for some morning T.V. and he surrendered it to me so that I could take over with out old T95Q Android 9 TV Box, I started us off with a 1½-hour (1:29:21) video streamed February 5 to Rumble's Redacted News channel: BREAKING! NEW EPSTEIN ISLAND VIDEOS REVEALED + BILL GATES ADMITS NEW PANDEMIC IS COMING | REDACTED.

Interviewees were Roger Stone and John Kiriakou.

We didn't waste time with commercials nor the end part where chat comments were being reviewed, for I wanted to get on to other material.

First was Seal Team ─ episode 10 ("Prisoner's Dilemma") of season two.

Then we got into a movie, but I don't think we got quite a full half hour of it watched before I had to suspend it for another day because my brother wanted to return to his bed for more rest.

My wife had a full workday today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, so she emerged from her bedroom a little after 9:30 a.m. to shower and such, leaving about a half hour later. It was raining, and had been betimes overnight ─ or at least when I got up at 6 a.m.

By the way, at rising this early a.m., I put in a session of maybe 10 minutes of nebulized hydrogen peroxide to help kill whatever is ailing me ─ I am sure that it all helps.

When I had my early afternoon nap, I was displeased to discover it to be sunny outside. But it developed that there were only some breaks in the heavy overcast sky; and after dark there was even a rain shower for awhile.

In the mid-afternoon I indulged in some light exercising in my wife's vacant bedroom. I felt considerably more limber than early this morning, even managing the 10 push-ups and a regular and a reverse plank for a possible 40-count each. I was even motivated enough to have gone back out to the tool shed, but having Bev seated downstairs just beyond the stairway in full view of me trying to hobble my way down the steps was more than I could deal with, so I held off.

About 10-15 minutes later she absented herself to tend to her ablutions, but by then the impulse to go out back had left me and I was again stiffening.

This is bloody why I need to be living under other conditions affording me access to activity anytime I feel like ─ not when everyone else's schedules allows me to squeeze something in. I rarely feel like it then.

Okay, time to break from blogging so I can do a little drinking and watch three shows here on my bedside computer. I will finish up this post in the latter evening ─ right now it is 6:54 p.m.

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First up was a series that I had not watched since before the COVID scamdemic. In fact, I had trouble even recognizing the title of the series.

I had things set up to begin The Gifted with episode one ("eMergence") of the second season, although I am unsure if I had watched the full first season. I just have to trust my research about that, and maybe my instincts.

My source was this Fmovies.co link.

The episode was certainly interesting enough, and it was rather pleasant reacquainting with the various actors.

I suppose that the show finished by 7:50 p.m., and I quickly enough realized that at some point my brother had bused back home from where he had bused in the early afternoon to do his essential daily social drinking.

A can of Cariboo Strong malt (7% alcohol) got me through the episode.

Was I ever disappointed when I discovered what was next on my viewing list's rotation of shows ─ how the Hell did this series go on for so long?!

The Flash ─ episode 10 ("A New World, Part One") of season nine. The premises of these episodes are always so damned nonsensical, and "Barry Allen" and his 'do no harm' blather is revolting.

So in the episode, he somehow figured out or decided that the timeline had to be preserved as it was, and his mother had to die. He only saved his young self from dying that awful day because of course he had not died as a child.

Well then, how is leaving powerless "Thawne" in the year 2000 to have to watch the young Barry grow into adulthood going to work out, if it really was to happen? "Thawne" would simply have a lifetime in which to kill the youngster, trapped in the past as "Thawne" was. Vengeance could still be his at any point, thereby erasing the adult "Barry Allen".

This is such rot! Let the series end ... but I still have three episodes to drag myself through? Well, at least I won't be tuning in the next one for a while.

Incidentally, my source for this episode was yet another Fmovies.co link. And I consumed another can of beer. And was it around 8:50 p.m. when the show finished? Maybe.

Just before I commenced my final show ─ which was right after I had taken the time to brush my teeth ─ I heard my wife come into the house.

I had vacillated on whether to just watch a sitcom and have my usual glass tumbler of eight or so ounces of Sommet Rouge wine (12% alcohol), but with her arrival I went for another regular series.

I don't like the sitcom that was scheduled anyway.

So I was edified with Superman & Lois ─ episode 13 ("All Is Lost") of season two. My source for the third time tonight was an Fmovies.co link.

This "Ally" villainess turns me right off ─ I wish to blazes that they would just kill the damned wretch and be done with her. I hope she isn't going to be hanging on and on as some recurring nuisance in other D.C. shows like the stagnated The Flash.

Superman & Lois keeps me deeply interested. I was even emotionally affected for a time at one point in this episode ─ which ended around 10:35 p.m.

I was not at all certain that my glass of wine would suffice, for this is what I normally drink with a sitcom. Fortunately, I had no difficulty making the treat hold out for the entirety of the episode.

'Tis now 11:27 p.m. and I am about to shut things down here on my computer for a restart so that I can get to bed. My wife is already shut up in her bedroom ─ we succeeded in avoiding one another perfectly, it seems.

Yeah, it's a great life here.