Double Take

My cellphone alarm was set for 3:30 a.m. when I went to bed quite late last evening, but I was to sleep poorly after an initial decent block of sleep, and before it was yet 2:30 a.m. I considered rising then. I did, in fact, get up; but then I contemplated that at that hour, there was more likelihood of 'night people' being abroad than later still.

Also, a distant house seemed to have some manner of roaring party going on. Might they have been immigrants watching some overnight FIFA match?

So I returned to bed and awaited my cellphone's summons at 3:30 a.m.

My youngest stepson apparently sat up all night. But no wonder, if he actually spent over 12 hours in bed yesterday, as I speculated in that day's post.

I rose at 3:30 a.m., but it was at least 4:35 a.m. before I was surreptitiously escaping the house without my stepson being aware. I had taken the time to enjoy a mug of instant coffee, using it to wash down an aspirin.

Already it was fairly light outside, and crows were squawking.

The point of this was that I was making the hobble to my financial institution's nearest ATM so that I could deposit $900 in cash ─ basically all the money I had on hand. I needed to ensure that there were adequate funds in my account for next Thursday's fortnightly mortgage debit by a different financial institution.

I also have to try and make as close to a $170 credit card payment tomorrow as I can, or else the balance will go up. Tomorrow is the due payment day. I had already paid $200 a couple or so weeks ago, but the balance is so high that through usury interest rates, another $170 might see the balance dip by a few dollars. If I only manage $100 more, there will be a definite rise in the balance.

This is such a struggle, and I don't get my monthly pension income until next Friday, the day after the mortgage is due. But our monstrous property taxes are due July 2nd ... just worries are in store, it seems.

Anyway, I got the deposit accomplished without incident, and only coincided once with someone else early into the hobble.

On my return hobble, I stopped in at the elementary school playground to try my hand at some exercise there. All of the equipment was perfectly dry.

I managed an opening set of three pull-ups, but then only one in the next set, as well as one chin-up in each of the next two sets. Over on the stationary rings I managed two in the first set, but only one in the second set.

I also performed a dead hang for about a minute, I would say. Then at the nearby metal ramp, I barely held out to finish 10 slow full-range decline push-ups.

As so often happens, once back home I forgot to weigh myself to see what weight I had been working with.

It might have been at least 6:15 a.m. before I was back to bed, my cellphone alarm set for 8 a.m. so that I would not lose any morning time with my brother watching our morning T.V. together.

Whether or not I got much additional sleep, I was keen enough on rising at 8 a.m. And my brother probably emerged from his bedroom around 8:30 a.m. at latest. I waited till just past 9 a.m. before joining him.

Around 9:10 a.m. or soon after he issued his invitation for me to start operation of our T69 Plus Android 14 TV Box, and so I led us off with a 17-minute (17:40) video uploaded earlier today to YouTube's Moose on the Loose channel: Europe Is Rejecting Left-Wing Politics... Canada's Establishment Is Panicking.

Next was a 19-minute (19:04) video published earlier today to BitChute's Progressive Truth Seekers channel: Covid Vaccine LIES.

The video featured Dr. John Campbell almost incredulously highlighting segments of the June 3 Permanent Subcommittee on Investigations hearing (titled Plausible Mechanisms of Covid-19 Injections Causing Cancer and Attacks on Scientific Publications and Research) in which Chairman Senator Ron Johnson grilled Julie Gralow, M.D., Chief Medical Officer of the American Society of Clinical Oncology, on her awareness of elements of the COVID mRNA injection's components and their mechanisms of actions.

The woman has no business being employed in her position.

I believe that it was during this video that my wife emerged from her bedroom around 9:40 a.m. to shower and otherwise ready for a full day working at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time. I don't recall hearing her come home last night.

She was away on her fairly long drive by around 10:05 a.m.

Following Dr. John Campbell's video, I tuned in Agatha Christie's Poirot ─ episode six ("Triangle at Rhodes") of the first season or series. It was rather entertaining, not being set in England.

At its conclusion I resorted to the USB drive in our T95Q Android 9 TV Box and we watched some more of the movie we began yesterday, but we still have a little over a half hour to go ─ my brother broke from it so he could seek further bed rest.

By the way, mid-afternoon or so yesterday he drove himself and Bev to someone's barbecue to which they had been invited. I believe I recorded that they returned at 9:12 p.m.

Apparently between the barbecue and what he drank after getting home, he downed a minimum of a dozen cans of beer.

Hopefully that drunk-driving was a 'one-off'.

It may have been into the noon hour when I returned again to bed today, getting in a nap. My brother was still home when I finished, and I dawdled to well past 2 p.m. before opting to have a half-hour exercise session in my wife's vacant bedroom. I had already missed three such sessions, and tomorrow is a bath day so I expect I would be missing that one, too. Thus I dared not skip today and lose out on five consecutive sessions.

My brother apparently left afoot for a bus to carry him off to social drink whilst I was exercising, so I was cleared to get in some sunning.

If I am recalling the time correctly, I am certain that I got in a minimum of 1½ hours. And when done, I gathered up my day's second and final meal, but it proved heavier than I desired.

It is time now for some T.V. series that I will be watching here on my bedside computer while enjoying two or maybe even three cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol). I will conclude this post in the latter evening, for at present it is 7:19 p.m.

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With a can of beer in hand, I tuned in Profiler ─ episode 13 ("The House that Jack Built") of season one. My source was uploaded May 7, 2011, to YouTube's W Addams channel: PROFILER, Season 1, Episode 13: The House That Jack Built.

Very enjoyable. And it was done by 8:06 p.m.

I took the time thereafter to brush my teeth; and then before I was quite set to begin my second show, my brother was home.  

A second can of beer was devoted to The Crow: Stairway to Heaven ─ episode seven ("Double Take") of the first and only season. My source was uploaded June 1, 2022, to BitChute's WizardChrisGaylord channel: The CROW (Stairway to Heaven) - Ep. 07 - Double Take.

I've gotten to like this series. I'm unfamiliar with her, but if anyone is interested, the guest actress in this one was Joy Tanner. Supposedly she turned 60 on March 7 (born 1966). Time is a mean bastard.

Anyway, the show was done at by 9:33 p.m.

Earlier I was inclined to maybe call it quits at this point, but I correctly assumed what show was next on my roster, and I just could not resist watching another episode.

I am speaking of Ragnarok ─ and especially the premiere episode ("Brothers in Arms") of season two. As always, my source was at BiliBili.tv ─ the entire series is there.

The episode was intense. Evidently I am one of those who noticed that lead actor David Stakston markedly 'bulked up' in muscularity between season one and two ─ wild! He's more believable now as a Thor reincarnate.

So there went a third can of beer; and the episode was done by 10:49 p.m.

Darn it ─ I must start shutting down everything open on this machine and get to bed, for it is already 11:32 p.m. and I intend to rise at 6 a.m. for my usual morning.