Magic Bullet

My wife was home late last evening before I was to bed. However, she seemed to waste no time whatsoever in shutting herself up in her bedroom and probably going to bed. I suspect that her shenanigans the previous evening wreaked a little havoc on her, for she worked a full day yesterday at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

She had another such full day today, but for whatever reason, she was up for the day far earlier than usual ─ it was not too very long after 8 a.m., and my younger brother had still to emerge from his bedroom.

But she never said aught to me as I sat here at my bedside computer, so I never communicated with her ─ apart, that is, from the general "Good morning" exchange with my brother and I when we were watching T.V. together mid-morning, and then a "Bye" to us as she later left for the day around 10 a.m.

I had risen to my 6 a.m. cellphone alarm, and around 7:50 a.m. was out to the backyard tool shed to have my 15 minutes of exercise there. The first set of the six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups saw me have the common enough opening of two repetitions, and then a single pull-up in the second set. But the sound of a distant probable garbage truck put alarm into me, for I had not checked to see if our wheelie bins had been set at curbside for pickup.

I was halfway across the backyard lawn when it dawned on me that today was not Wednesday, the collection day. I had nothing to fret over.

But instead of my usual 30-count between sets, I had just undergone a break of a minute or more. The result was that in the first set of chin-ups that followed the opening two sets of pull-ups, I fairly easily managed two repetitions. But only one in the next set, and also only one in both of the sets of pull-ups between the two sides of the child's metal ladder that was once part of a playground slide ─ I have the ladder spread across some roof rafters, and its thick sides are all I have for pull-ups and chin-ups (and some of why I do so poorly, for the ladder's sides are too thick to firmly grasp in my hands like would be the case for a chin-up bar).

I held a dead hang for a half minute after descending from the very last pull-up, and then I got at the squat work to strengthen my crippled right knee and quadriceps.

Once back into the house this sunny morning, it was a little past 8 a.m., and I gathered up what was to be may day's first meal that I would be eating here at my bedside computer. My wife emerged from her bedroom just before I began eating.

After my brother emerged from his bedroom for his morning news shows and some instant coffee, I waited until nearly 9 a.m. before joining him.

It took maybe as much as 15 minutes before he turned control of the T.V. over to me so that I could activate our R69 Plus Android 14 TV Box. I then turned in a one-hour (1:00:26) video streamed yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: Thrown out and roughed up because of Global News, I discuss with Shadoe Davis.

Then we watched SEAL Team ─ episode 12 ("Things Not Seen") of season two.

Thereafter I switched over to our T95Q Android 9 TV Box to access the USB drive inserted into it, and we finished the last half of a 32-minute (32:18) video uploaded June 18, 2020, to YouTube's Talasbuan channel: Tanning Sheepskins | Off Grid Life.

Episode sixty-four, in which the we prepare some sheep skins and the grass starts to grow.

We broke from it late yesterday morning so my brother could return to his bedroom for further bed rest. However, that happened with the next video we were also to get into as well, so maybe we will finish watching it tomorrow.

I was possibly in bed a minimum of 1¼ hours for my midday nap. My brother had not yet left to catch a bus to take him social drinking, so I decided that ─ since this was a bath day ─ I would tend to that onerous chore before getting some sunning.

And so my session outside spanned 2:57 - 4:04 p.m., after which I watered backyard garden plants.

Back in the house I gathered up what was to be my day's second and final meal and I ate that here at my bedside computer. And now at 6:08 p.m. I am taking a blogging break so that I can watch three of the T.V. shows I follow, and enjoy a little drinking. I will finish this post in the latter evening.

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After pouring about a dozen ounces of Domaine d'Or red wine (12% alcohol) into a glass tumbler, I tuned in Teen Wolf ─ episode four ("Magic Bullet") of the first series. My source was at M4uFree.cx.

I deeply enjoyed this episode ─ in fact, so far I have felt that way about the series, so I sure hope this has no reason to change. What needs doing is NOT have the adult Argent brother and sister be one-sided villains who are incapable of seeing past their blind hatred of all werewolves.

Guest actress Jill Wagner (as Kate Argent) was recognizable to me, but I did not really expect that it was because of a few Christmas movies she has starred in. I doubt that she was presented in them attired as beguilingly hot as she was in this episode.

Anyway, I think that the episode was done by 7:08 p.m.

My second show was FBI: Most Wanted ─ episode 10 ("Ars Moriendi") of season six. My source this time was at Goojara-official.co.za because I am finding M4uFree.cx is playing dirty tricks and allowing browser hijacks that open new tabs for whatever advertisement purposes.

I was all set to extol this episode ... and then it finished with normalized lesbian activity between lard-butted Black FBI Agent Barnes and a new White agent that worked with the team this episode who happens to also be lesbian.

This completely switched me off. The episode will finish a distant third this evening. 

It was over by 8:21 p.m., and I had drunk a can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol).

I have been growing suspicious that somehow I have deleted one of my favourite T.V. series from my rotational list, so I checked to see when I last watched an episode ─ bloody April 19.

How can that be?!

Well, this is the time to get back into the series and rid the bad taste of FBI: Most Wanted.

And so my second and final can of beer was to enhance Titans ─ season two finale episode 13 ("Nightwing"). My source was TVSeries.video.

I cannot explain why this happens ─ where my mind and imagination go as I watch shows like this as a crippled 76-year-old who can still dream when the alcohol and inspiration via fabulous actors as are in this series take hold. I wept in plenty during the episode.

I am to die, yes; but it is for God to decide if I am meantime to be a completely wasted life.

The episode was done by 9:35 p.m., and evidently my brother had gotten home at some point during the show to bless Bev with his companionship downstairs in front of the T.V. in the living room.

Well, time to brush my teeth for the next 15 or so minutes, and then work my way through shutting down the various tabs, browsers, and software I presently have open.

My wife usually has Wednesdays off work, so likely she will not be home before the wee a.m. Right now, it is 9:59 p.m.