Done With Psych

For a change, I slept rather decently last night. Still, when my 6 a.m. cellphone alarm summoned me to rise, I still only felt like remaining in my bed. I cannot now clearly recall if I managed getting to bed ahead of 11 p.m. last evening, but surely it was around that time?

At rising this morning, I realized that it was lightly raining outside. Despite my open bedroom window, I had not hear the rain until I was out of bed. So ... no garden watering by me was necessary.

But I still needed to be up to have time to normalize and have the backyard tool shed exercise session. It was around 7:45 a.m. when I first put in the 10 slow full-range push-ups in the kitchen area before I ventured out into the backyard to take a brief look at the various garden plants before going to the shed where I was to have the usual 15-minute exercise session.

In other words, using the child's metal ladder to an old slide ─ the ladder is stretched across roof rafters and can only be reached by standing on a chair or else a stepladder leaning nearby against a wall ─ I have to do pull-ups and chin-ups while hanging from the ladder's rather thick sides. By "thick", I am referring to their diameter or circumference that makes them too thick to wrap one's hands around to gain an ideal grip. Mostly one's hands 'cup' over the sides, while the thumbs might extend alongside the metal as some added stabilization.

I would absolutely love to have a proper chin-up bar set up for pull-ups and chin-ups, but I do not.

And now at the broken-down age of 76, with hands that ache all about the main thumb joints, my "usual" is an opening set of two pull-ups; and then with a 30-count between so-called sets, I manage a single repetition in each of the five remaining sets.

The final pair of those remaining sets involves pull-ups in between the ladder's two sides as opposed from just working with one side, and the very last pull-up's dead hang is held for a 45-count.

Then I tackle some squat work to strengthen my crippled right knee and quadriceps. I'll save that description for another time.

I got back into the house to discover that my younger brother was already downstairs to watch T.V. news shows and have instant coffee. It was only a very few minutes past 8 a.m.

I fixed up my day's first meal and brought that upstairs here to my bedside computer where I ate most of it. Then just past 9 a.m. I returned downstairs and joined by brother, who actually surprised me by relinquishing control of the T.V. not later than 9:10 a.m., inviting me to commence operation of our R69 Plus Android 14 TV Box.

We were to only watch one video due to its length. At nearly four hours (3:54:58), it had been uploaded yesterday to YouTube's Shawn Ryan Show: Brian Keating - The Alien Disclosure Nothingburger | SRS #316.

Brian Keating is the Chancellor’s Distinguished Professor of Physics in the Department of Physics at the University of California, San Diego, and the principal investigator of the Simons Observatory.

He is a public speaker, inventor, and expert in the study of the universe’s oldest light, the cosmic microwave background (CMB), using it to learn about the origin and evolution of the universe. Keating is also a writer, podcaster, and best-selling author of “Losing the Nobel Prize,” named one of Amazon Editors’ “Best Nonfiction Books of All Time.”

I forget how much of the video remained when my brother finally voiced that he wanted to return to his bedroom for further bed rest ─ an hour and 25 minutes? An hour and 40 minutes?

Somewhere in its middle Brian Keating mentioned the current date as being something like May 22, so clearly Shawn sits on these videos some while before releasing them.

I will likely ask my brother tomorrow if he wants to continue with the video. It was very interesting, but seemed to me to be mostly speculative by the time we parted from it, and well above my understanding.

After my brother returned to his bedroom, I finished up that earlier meal, and I believe that I was back to bed for my nap by 12:08 p.m. And though I did nap, I was back up an hour later.

My wife meantime had come home, but she must have just gone out again. She normally has to work the latter part of her Fridays, starting at either 4 or 4:30 p.m. (the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time closes mid-afternoons).

But she never returned as I type these words at 3:11 p.m. Had I known she was remaining away, I could have had an afternoon exercise session in her vacant bedroom. This is a bath day for me, so I will wait until 4 p.m. before taking occupation of the bathroom just in case my wife does yet pop in here before continuing on to work ─ I don't want to be tying up the bathroom if she has need of it.

As for the weather, it was raining hard midday. When I rose from my nap, I realized that it was quite severe out there. At present, though, the rain is so slight that it likely could not get anyone wet ─ not enough to be of any concern, at any rate.

I might as well break from blogging. After my bath, I will check downstairs and see if by chance my wife brought home anything that requires eating. If she did not, then I will gather up a very light meal to eat; and after that chore is done, I will commence watching my usual three T.V. shows ─ whatever are next on my list ─ while enjoying some drinking.

Tomorrow is supposed to be a coffee-free day, as well as sustenance-free until after 6 p.m. Last Saturday I found myself unusually suffering for the deprivation, so I hope that sort of thing is not in store for me again.

I should also mention that my monthly pension income did get direct deposited today, so early this morning I transferred it out of my joint account with my wife and safely placed it into my private account.

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The slight rain stopped soon after I wrote the above ... and then all the bloody undisciplined and noisy very young South Asian kids filled the cul-de-sac with their bellowing, screeching, and bawling because some of them apparently are facing death with every little issue ─ over and over again, until they get the coddling they crave from permissive parents and/or grandparents instead of the kicks in the 𝒶𝓈𝓈ℯ𝓈 that is all they merit.

While enjoying a can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol), I tuned in the always-good The Guardian ─ episode 22 ("Sensitive Jackals") of season two. My source was at M4uFree.cx.

What a depressing show this can be, good though it is! I don't see how Nick Fallin keeps on when he has days like this.

It was over by 7:26 p.m.

Discovering that Black Mirror was next on my list filled me with considerable misgivings. Some of these episodes are T.V. movie length, and they can be such damned downers.

But this one was season seven's episode five ("Eulogy") ─ and it was nearly exceptionally good. As I watched, I reflected back on two rather key relationships in my past that would have been life-changing if only I had been far more confident about myself and my ability to fit into society. Both of those young women haunt my thoughts to this day, even though the earliest of them relates to the 1970s when I was in my 20s.

There were of course other possibilities that I never pursued, either ─ I sentenced myself to being a failure in almost every way where fitting into society was concerned.

I watched the episode at TVSeries.video, and it was done by 8:43 p.m., as was a second can of beer.

At that point I took a break to brush my teeth.

My final show was enjoyed with maybe a dozen ounces of Sommet Rouge red wine (12% alcohol) as I watched Psych ─ episode eight ("Shawn 2.0") of season five. My source was again at TVSeries.video.

Had I actually enjoyed this abysmally stupid series, this would have been episode six of the first season. But I despised its nonsense after watching the first five episodes and could brook no more of it.

The only reason I sampled it was because actress Katie Findlay had an early acting role in the series, and I was drawn to her in her semi-regular role in the T.V. series The Carrie Diaries. As it was to happen, Katie only appeared in one episode of Psych, and it was a bit role anyway ─ she appeared as a behind-the-counter server in some sort of possible fast food joint.

No damned way I was going to commit to scores and scores of episodes of this fool series just because I wanted to see Katie in one episode, so I bit the bullet and tuned it in to be done with that mess.

Believe me, this is a massive relief ─ I was feeling shackled having to keep enduring these banal episodes as the series rotation showed up in my list. And now I am done, thanks to this severing shortcut.

Katie Findlay next had a role in a single episode of the T.V. series Endgame, so I will give that one a shot from its commencement ─ at least it was only a single season, and was not intended to be a 'joke' series.

Sure, this episode of Psych was tolerable, but still irritating ─ I just don't like the lead character. It was over by 10:14 p.m.

I heard thereafter my brother talking with Bev as they watched T.V. downstairs, so he had gotten back at some point from wherever he had bused extra early to social drink ─ he was gone by the time my nap was done right after 1 p.m.

Maybe it's best that I start wrapping up my evening and get to bed. Actually, since I won't be having coffee tomorrow, maybe I will just not bother rising at 6 a.m. to normalize enough for my usual backyard tool shed exercise session. Nor is there a need to be doing any garden watering ─ maybe there will be further rain showers, for all I know.

Yeah, that's it for today as I type these words at 10:55 p.m.