Night shift warm-up

Night had rolled in, so I marched back inside from the patio to set up my evening station. Right next to the media console, a dusty vintage PlayStation controller cord was tangled around an empty plastic shaker bottle. A personal challenge! I grabbed the bottle by its flip-top lid, gave it a fierce pull, and set it upright like a training dummy. Then I squared up, planted both feet, and delivered three snappy jabs straight into the empty plastic barrel until it bounced rhythmically against the wooden cabinet floor. Solid sparring round. Area secured.