Amen!
Since my younger brother managed to arrive home last evening with less that five minutes to go ere his secret 9:30 p.m. deadline was achieved, I felt obliged to sit up awhile with him in the operation of our Android TV Box to fetch an episode of Chicago Fire, and then I tuned in a black & white hour-long 1960 movie titled The Clue of the Twisted Candle that I located at RareFilms.Xyz.
My brother was too stupid drunk to have gotten much out of that latter feature, but where its plot was concerned, I identified almost immediately upon seeing a certain loudmouth doctor from abroad ─ whom the central (wealthy) villain was expecting a visit from ─ was not authentic.
I also correctly surmised how it was likely that the aforementioned villain was able to be slain (by knifing) in his locked 'safe room' when the steel door to that windowless room was barred from within.
But I enjoy these quaint old British whodunits that give glimpses into an earlier part of the 20th Century that is forever gone. Things seemed so very much simpler back then.
That short movie ended somewhere around 11:20 p.m., so I bade my brother good night and betook myself upstairs, and was into my bed by 11:40 p.m. at very latest, my cellphone alarm set for 4:30 a.m. to rouse me and afford plenty of time before I would be leaving afoot around 6 a.m. on the 5.625-mile round trip hike to what I feel is the nearest outlet of the Real Canadian Superstore (Google Map).
As was to happen, that alarm did rouse me, for I was lightly asleep; and although I rose with considerable gusto, I was also loath to do so because I felt so underslept. However, I had plenty of time to drink a hot black instant coffee, and gradually normalize for the venture.
I even managed to leave around 5:54 a.m., giving myself time enough to stop at an elementary school playground to perform four sets of a single repetition each of pull-ups on some gymnastic-style rings in that playground ─ I would hold the pull-up position for a count of maybe 10 before lowering myself back to the ground, and then wait for about 30 seconds before doing the next pull-up set.
The store opens at 7 a.m., so I felt myself to have ample time to arrive by or even before it opened.
I was wrong ─ at maybe the 10200 block of the very short 145th Street (Google Map), I came upon a talkative chap washing his car whom I had similarly experienced two weeks earlier when I was on my way home after having already done my shopping.
I lost at least five minutes while engaged with this very friendly fellow. Notwithstanding, I still managed to arrive at the store less than 10 minutes after it had opened.
I made certain that I chose a different set of roads in wending my way homeward in order to avoid that same gent potentially still washing his car. It was not so much that I am antisocial; rather, I hate being out during the busy day, and I simply wanted to get back home as quickly as was possible.
I do not much enjoy this walk at this time of year. It is already broad daylight before I even leave home, and the Sun is directly ahead of me as I trek to the store. At least in the later Fall and through into the earliest Spring, I have the anonymity of darkness for that hike to the store. Heck, in the depth of the darkest couple of months, I can do my shopping and leave the store and still find it to be fairly dark at the start of my walk homeward ─ I love that!
Anyway, I was back home and becoming rather overwarm by 8:25 a.m. or so.
After I was upstairs and here to my bedroom where I keep my computer, it was not long at all when I heard my brother stirring, so I promptly went back to bed to gain a little further sleep.
When I later checked the time, it was something like 10:32 a.m., so I rose and dressed and went downstairs to boil water for an instant coffee with 'the works', and to join my brother at the T.V. that he had on by this time.
When he turned it over to me to put our Android TV Box into action, I led us off with Odessa Orlewicz's video from yesterday (May 21- Monkey Pox Documented Simulation & Video Proof Of "Health" Agenda's). It was an hour and 12 minutes in duration, but not one of Odessa's best efforts.
All we had time for after that was to continue from approximately the 19-minute mark the video we had bowed out of yesterday due to insufficient time: The Lost History of Flat Earth [2-3].
The video was four minutes over an hour in length; and I cannot hold back from declaring that this guy (EwarAnon) certainly does do a hell of a lot of talking without actually revealing or saying anything meaningful. I essentially got absolutely nothing of substance out of the video. The previous episode was even worse ─ a full waste of time.
My brother retired to his bedroom following the video to rest a bit and then freshen up and head away for the afternoon to 'socialize'. I had a fairly light meal, and then decided to do some sunning in the backyard.
Sometimes the sky was fairly hazy, but I wore nothing but a pair of gym-style shorts and ─ beginning perhaps as early as 2:13 p.m. ─ I got in approximately 45 minutes of time exposing both my front and then my back (legs included, of course). I now have quite a blush happening overall, and look pretty decent.
Nevertheless. I have been too spent to be able to handle any further exercise ─ I needed a nap, but did not get one. Thus, the walk and those few pull-ups define the entirety of my day's activity.
The late afternoon saw the sky haze solidly over, and it has remained so into the early evening. Tomorrow is Victoria Day. I suppose that I could take advantage of the holiday and get out for a walk, but I have nothing in mind. Besides, my usual early a.m. walk is coming up on Tuesday, so I expect that I will be leaving matters as they are.
It is after 7:40 p.m., so I am going to quit work on today's post and get myself set for some evening T.V. Although I am willing to wait up for my brother so that we can watch some fare together and thereby justify myself having a can or two of the strong malt (8% alcohol) that I seek to keep in stock, I will have to see how I am holding up if he is especially late. Should he dally too deep into the evening, I will deem his very likely drunken company to be too unpalatable and I may instead just get myself to bed.
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