Holding firm to my plan to have an early a.m. walk, last night I was to bed around 9:15 p.m. ─ I had just heard my younger brother come into the house following his daily socializing.
My alarm was set for 2 a.m., but by then I was experiencing a wakeful period. When I rose, it was a little annoying to discern that my eldest stepson was still up, for I do not like these walks to be within anyone's cognizance. However, within about 15 minutes, he apparently set about retiring for the night, retreating to the lads' den area and leaving the way clear for me to come downstairs and to access the front door unseen.
At the roadside at the mouth of the driveway, a time check revealed that it was 2:19 a.m. All was damp from earlier rain, and occasionally I could feel a mistlike droplet of spitted rain.
As is my wont on such walks, I stopped at a fairly near elementary school playground to engage six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, managing a mere two repetitions in each set. When I was to later get home, I weighed myself while fully dressed and still in my boots, and registered around 199 or 200 pounds ─ I actually expected to be heavier.
Despite saying that, though, I was feeling rather hale where the exercising was concerned, even though my walking pace was never fast. Nor did I feel like attempting any pathetic jogging. I have disengaged from such walks for at least a month, so I am unaccustomed to them. And the boots I had on may have fit nicely enough when I wore them in their youth possibly two decades or so ago, but my feet seem since to have elongated and swollen.
I knew that before I was back home, the two longest toes of each foot would be burning with pain from being compressed against the ends of my boots with each step. I need new boots, but cannot afford them ─ this past year my wife has regularly stolen my monthly pension for gambling away at a casino and essentially left me with little to spare for myself.
She left very early last evening on an Air Canada flight to Rome, Italy, and is intending to be away for around two months, so it is going to be interesting to see how I fare meantime.
She would be having two layovers in Europe ere finally arriving at Rome.
As for how she is faring, according to a notification E-mail that arrived at 6:16 a.m. today from Lufthansa ─ the quoted time is surely the local time at the concerned airport of the layover:
Your Lufthansa flight LH909 from London to Frankfurt on 24.1.2023 at 15:30 will leave from departure gate: A16.
And then at 9:50 a.m., another E-mail from that airline arrived:
Your Lufthansa flight LH242 from Frankfurt to Rome on 24.1.2023 at 20:50 will leave from departure gate: A20.
I had not seen the first message, but I did come across the second almost right after it showed up, so I forwarded it to her ─ I also texted the information. However, I have heard nothing from her ─ by now as I type these words, she should have been in Rome for some while, and in the secure hands of the sister of hers who lives there.
She did post three photos of herself at Heathrow to her Facebook account at 4:43 a.m. this morning Vancouver time (Pacific Time Zone):
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But returning to my walk, ultimately I was to put in around 5½ miles, but even before it was half done I was feeling some strain in my hips from the unaccustomed walking ─ I am sadly out of shape for this simple activity.
The sole remedy is to be regular with it from this point, and to that end I shall have my next similar walk early Thursday (two days hence).
There was a sufficient spray of extremely light rain towards the end of my walk that it was beginning to stream down my shaven head. And once I was standing outside the locked front door, a time check revealed it to be 4:13 a.m.
I had been away for very little less than two hours. It was possibly 5:15 a.m. when I returned to bed for what sleep I would derive, for of course the walk had energized my system and kept things elevated and resistant to the required torpor conducive to sleep. Even so, when eventually I decided to check the time, it was by then after 9 a.m., or nigh four hours later, so I rose in order to join my brother downstairs for some T.V.
Initially I moved and suffered like a cripple from that walk.
When I put our Android TV Box into action, the first video that we watched was the upload to Rumble yesterday of Christopher James Pritchard (A Warrior Calls): Do NOT Give Up Fight This Evil.
By dispensing with the boring opening and closing sequences that most of his videos uselessly display, the worthwhile remainder was probably little more than 45 minutes. And since there were no guests, Christopher covered far too much for me to care to detail.
The second video we were to watch was uploaded to Rumble five days ago by Vaccine Choice Canada, and was nearly 1¼ hours long (1:12:11): Freedom Leader, Vladislav Sobolev.
A freedom leader in Canada, Vlad Sobolev is interviewed by VCC President, Ted Kuntz. Their discussion touches on Vlad’s role in the Trucker’s Convoy and what he learned on the streets of Ottawa. He also shares his life experience while he lived in the Soviet Union and why it is so relevant to current events of today. From previous business involvement in the service fitness and health sectors, he shares his insights and visions for creating proactive actions to ensure a free and empowered future for our children which personally for him, means making plans for a natural birthing clinic.
Help support Vlad and Ilya’s legal battle for all Canadians: https://gogetfunding.com/legal-help-for-coach-vlad-and-ilya/
Our viewing was to finish with the series finale episode of How Do You Want Me?
All 12 episodes of the two seasons are presently available on YouTube here. However, that finale episode ended inconclusively, leaving the viewer with no understanding of what the couple were going to do ─ remain in the wife's family village where her outsider husband is constantly threatened by her father and bullied by her large brother, or move away.
I am no fan of such endings.
My brother was the first to seek some bed rest ere he left for the day to socialize. I had a small meal, and then I sought my early afternoon nap.
The day has remained damp, at times lightly raining.
I pray that all goes smoothly for my wife ─ no negative incidents whatsoever. But I need a financial miracle, else my marriage and life are both truly lost.
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