As I recall, it was 9:23 p.m. last evening when I espied my younger brother arriving home. Once again, I would be sitting up later than I cared in the operation of our Android TV Box enabling us to watch some of our T.V. shows.
However, last night I limited myself to just an episode each of two of those shows ─ specifically, Marcella and Chapelwaite. When that latter was over with, I announced my intention of getting to bed so that I would feel more likely to be keen on rising at 3 a.m. for an early a.m. walk of just in excess of five miles, by my reckoning.
Unfortunately, I think that it may have been around 11:45 p.m. by the time I was into my bed. My wife was shut up in her own bedroom, but the light was still on.
It was difficult finding comfort and the relaxation conducive to getting asleep. And when my cellphone alarm sounded at 3 a.m., it roused me from slumber.
But I rose and readied, and it may not have been much later than 3:15 a.m. when I was on my way for my stroll about Whalley ─ and for anyone truly interested, the centre point of the rectangle that comprised my route is shown on this Google Map. Using diverse roads, I was to cover the distance between 132nd Street and King George Boulevard four times, while trekking the span between 96th and 108th Avenues twice.
I endeavour to keep my route as varied as is reasonable in order to stave off the boredom that would otherwise soon make these outings too tedious to maintain.
Overall, I kept a good pace, I am pleased to report. And when I stopped at an elementary school playground early into the walk to seek to perform pull-ups on gymnastics-style rings that are present there, I more or less succeeded in getting one accomplished in each of the four 'sets' that I attempted.
I rest for a 30-count between each set. I think that I even managed a partial pull-up on an overhead bar afterwards. Please bear in mind that I am 72 years old, and I probably weigh ─ while fully clothed as I was ─ nigh on 200 pounds.
In height, I am something over an inch short of six feet.
I forgot to weigh myself later on this morning before I had anything to eat, but yesterday I scaled in at around 194 pounds while entirely naked and with an empty stomach.
Anyway, I tried the pull-ups again near the end of my walk, but I was too stiffened and spent to manage even one. And I was home by a minute or so past 5 a.m., by which time my eldest stepson was up and readying for his 12-hour workday. I came directly upstairs here to my bedroom where I keep this computer, so he and I never communicated.
I can remember my own early workdays, and I always preferred not having to associate with my brother in that time that I had to myself in the earliest morning when I was adjusting to having to confront a new day of enslavement. It seems reasonable to me that my stepson mightn't feel social at this time of his day either.
I believe that I was back into bed by around 5:45 a.m., and I remained there for what sleep I could derive until I eventually checked the time and found that it was something like 9:15 a.m. My younger brother was newly downstairs with the T.V. on.
I rose and dressed, and was soon enough downstairs to boil water for a hot mug of instant coffee with 'the works'. My wife, who was to work a full day today at the Thai restaurant where she has part-time employment, rose for her shower and whatnot ere my beverage was yet ready, so I was not up from my bed very much ahead of her.
The restaurant opens at 11 a.m., and she was away in plenty of time to make the fairly long drive.
When my brother turned the T.V. over to me to find something to watch via our Android TV Box (he does not understand how to use it), I had a movie in mind ─ the 2017 Western The Jade Pendant. I located a perfectly-playing source for it at the Syncler app that I have downloaded into our Android TV Box.
I will say that the movie was enjoyable enough, and that the lead character was played by an endearing and fetching actress named Clara Lee. However, I will not disclose what was to befall ─ it must suffice for me to confess that I sure never expected it.
I would love to watch more of Clara Lee's work, but I don't really care to be spending my time trying to read subtitles instead of enjoying the visuals ─ especially when those visuals involve a real cutie like Clara Lee. I want to look at her ─ not printed dialogue!
Besides, subtitles make it more difficult to become engrossed or immersed into a movie.
And what hetero guy wouldn't be wanting to be enjoying the sight of dear Clara Lee?
Clara Lee
Maybe one day I will give something of hers that is subtitled a shot ─ how else to ever enjoy her if she doesn't start acting regularly in English movies and T.V. series?
But returning to the morning's entertainment, all my brother and I were to have time for was better than an hour of a documentary titled Frank Sinatra: All or Nothing at All (2015) - Part 1 of 2.
I think that I originally downloaded "Part 1" at BitChute, but I now cannot get it to play at its BitChute source. "Part 2" plays, however, so I wasted no time with taking chances and have now downloaded it as well for future viewing ─ maybe in three or so weeks. We'll finish watching "Part 1" tomorrow.
I overfed at my first meal today, and had not yet sought a nap when my brother finished his own bed rest and left for the afternoon to eventually involve himself in 'socializing'. The day was more cloud than Sun, and definitely on the chilly side. When I did have my nap, I rose from it to discover that it had rained at some point.
It is presently closing in on 8 p.m., so I am going to stop blogging for today right here.
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