For the second consecutive bedtime last night, my wife was not yet home from her full day of work at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time; and each of those times she was being faced with a full workday the following day.
Also, I do not remember hearing her get home.
When my 6 a.m. alarm chimed this morning, it definitely roused me. For a change, I was doing a decent job of sleeping, I expect.
Still, I again felt brutalized from my night abed, yet I was most reluctant to rise from bed and court the various aches, pains, and stiffness that are my lot now.
First up was to slow-boil a kettle of water for an instant coffee while I went out front and spent a half hour watering front yard garden areas. Actually, it was a little past 7 a.m. when I was back in the house, so maybe it took me considerably more than a half hour.
The mug of coffee washed down an aspirin. And then when the coffee was done, I was prefacing a visit to the backyard tool shed around 7:50 a.m. with what I intended to be the usual 10 slow full-range push-ups on the floor in the kitchen area when I heard what I fretted was my younger brother emerging from his bedroom to come downstairs.
I had only done seven of the push-ups, but I dared not be discovered so I hustled up to my feet and headed on outside.
The exercise session in the shed was the usual: two pull-ups in the first set, with just one repetition in each of the remaining sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, with a 45-count as I held the dead hang following the final pull-up between the bars.
Then came the squat work to strengthen my crippled right leg.
My brother was indeed already watching T.V. when I got back into the house. I fixed up my day's first light meal, and betook that upstairs here to my bedside computer to eat. I waited until just past 9 a.m. before returning downstairs to join my brother.
It was after 9:10 a.m. before he invited me to commence operation of our R69 Plus Android 14 TV Box, at which point I selected two fairly recent videos at YouTube's Redacted channel:
๐ "They will vaccinate you with DNA while you're not looking" Dr. McCullough exposes new AI DNA vax (15:45) Uploaded June 12
The world's first AI Covid DNA vaccine was tested on humans and researchers found it to be "safe and well tolerated." But we learned from the Covid pandemic to ask what that means exactly.
The clinical trial tells us that 39 people took this experimental vaccine that was totally formulated by AI. They said that they followed up with them for up to 6 months and tracked adverse events. They said that no serious adverse events were found but they don't list the adverse events so we have to take their word for it. Unlike other vaccine trials, we don't get a list of adverse events so we don't get to know what is considered "serious" or not.
๐ “This is our LAST chance to get answers about 9/11” Roger Waters on the Twin Tower demolition (55:40) Uploaded yesterday
After that I switched over to our T95Q Android 9 TV Box so I could access the USB drive I have inserted into it, and in this our third sitting we finally finished watching a a better than 1½-hour (1:36:53) video streamed July 5, 2022, to Rumble's America's Untold Stories channel: Who was Jim Garrison?
Who was Jim Garrison? A reckless prosecutor who couldn’t accept reality? Or a lone crusader trying to reveal the unspeakable truth to the world?
We finished up with Winners & Losers. I had thought it was episode two ("Those People in the Paper") of the first season, but I see now that it was episode four ("Worlds Collide"). Damn it!
Now I am going to have to see just what other episodes I have downloaded onto that USB stick or drive, but I cannot do that until early tomorrow ─ Bev is of course watching the T.V., as she does every day from the time she rises until she finally goes to bed at night.
If you are interested in the series, you can track it down at Tvids.to or uFlix.to.
My brother trotted off to his bedroom after Winners & Losers to have further bed rest, and I was not much longer before getting into my own bed for a good nap. And I was probably abed a little over an hour.
I could have napped longer, but I wanted to sun. However, my brother was downstairs in shorts and I could not tell if he was dressed for heading off for a bus to take him social drinking, or if he was going to mow the lawns.
A little past 1:30 p.m. I had decided to get my usual afternoon exercising in my wife's vacant bedroom over with while it was still relatively cool, for her bedroom like mine faces the West and the Sun was still not directing its heat from that direction ─ our bedrooms were still shaded.
It probably took me at least 25 minutes, for I did knock off two sets of one-legged 'wall chairs' or whatever the exercise is called. I usually do four sets ─ a wall chair for each leg in each set, held for a 30-count. I can't have my thigh exactly horizontal, nor can I have more than my pelvis against the wall ─ I have to lean forward to do these, especially with my damaged right leg.
Only after exercising did I then see that my brother was gone and not moving the lawns, so I am sure that I got in 1½ hours of sunning.
But enough! I must break now from blogging and watch the next three T.V. shows on my list's rotation while enjoying a little drinking. I've already had my day's second and final meal.
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After pouring myself a dozen or so ounces of Domaine d'Or red wine (12% alcohol) into a glass tumbler, I started off my evening with Vegas ─ episode five ("Solid Citizens") of the first season. My source was at GOOJARA.to.
Excellent fare! It reinforces my decision posted in yesterday's entry that after having then just watched episode six of the extremely lengthy series Psych, I can bear no more of that tripe. And there were maybe a couple of movies to boot?
How does garbage like that become a sustained hit?
Anyway, Vegas was done by 7:14 p.m.
My next show was The Gifted ─ episode 14 ("calaMity") of season two. My source was again at GOOJARA.to.
Pretty exciting, alright! But they've killed off Clarice? Ain't no way she can have sustained three high-calibre slugs to the back and survived. (But I peeked and did some research ─ she's apparently in it for two more episodes ─ hopefully not just in flashbacks.)
A can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) accompanied the episode, and another would do similarly for my last show of the evening. But this episode was done by 8:31 p.m.
My brother showed up some minutes before 9 p.m. To my huge annoyance, after he went into this bedroom to dress down, I heard him say something like, "Oh, so you're awake now?"
In other words, that idiot Bev had retired to their bedroom and just left the T.V. ─ mine that I bought back in 2008 when I was still employed and had the money ─ running with no one watching it!
I'm sick of this life smothering me while my time trickles away with increasing speed now that I am essentially a housebound crippled 76-year-old.
God must hate me beyond my imagining.
Whatever.
I took the 15 or so minutes required to brush my teeth, after which I espied my brother passed out alone downstairs 'watching' T.V.
My third and final show was new to me. It looks to be a series my brother would very much enjoy, for it intrigued me. I am speaking of Close to Me ─ the single series or season premiere episode. My source was at this OK.ru link.
As I said, this short-lived series is intriguing!
I chose to watch this series because of my fascination with the murderous character portrayed by actress Rosy McEwen in season two of The Alienist, but I never had a shred of recognition of her in this evening's episode as portraying the daughter of the lead character. Of course I did not know that Rosy was going to have that role ─ I was just waiting to see when she would make an appearance as some possible very secondary character and I never noticed it.
Maybe I am going to have to start watching Winners & Losers on my own if the series is going to be so troublesome to record. Just an afterthought.
I am going to publish this post now, and commence finishing up and closing everything else I have open on my computer. Right now it is 11:12 p.m., and my wife generally does not work on Wednesdays nor Thursdays, so she has no motivation to be getting home anytime soon tonight that I can conjure.
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