Due to excruciating pain in my right thumb's main joint, I am having to try and type with just my main two fingers. The pain proved so bad this morning that I could not handle doing more than one pull up or chin-up in a set. As well, I cannot support myself on a pair of parallel bar because the bar pressing up into the fleshy part between my thumb and my next finger is unbearably painful.
Heck, I can barely hold a cup of coffee without tipping it.
I blame the hours I spend daily at this keyboard. Too, too many years of it.
I hope this condition is better tomorrow ─ I cannot live without being able to exercise with the use of both hands.
It will be early in the a.m. when I get to test myself ─ I will be rising at 2 a.m. for one of my nighttime walks in which I early stop at an elementary school playground for a half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups. Thus, relatively early to bed this evening!
Not so yesterday. As I awaited my younger brother's homecoming last evening from his daily socializing, I watched an episode of Nightflyers.
I decided to not bother watching Batwoman with him any longer ─ he is too intolerant of the rampant homosexuality that permeates that series. It is undeniably ludicrous how the show seems to celebrate Gayness.
So once my brother was home, I led us off with an episode of Supergirl. (My brother passed out for the majority of the episode.)
Then I located the next hour-long movie in the sequence of those that we have been watching in the old British Edgar Wallace Mysteries T.V. series: Return to Sender (March 1963).
We watched it on T.V. via our Android TV Box, using a browser app to access this source at website OK.ru.
The final show we watched was an episode of Resident Alien.
As usual, I had my two cans of strong (8% alcohol) malt.
When we got together for some T.V. this morning, I led us off with Odessa Orlewicz's 1¾-hour (1:48:07) video of yesterday: Men's Testes Becoming A Spike Protein Wasteland. Interview- World Council For Health's German Based Cristoff Plothe & Dr. Trozzi.
Interview with World Council For Health's D.O Cristoff Plothe & Dr.Trozzi about the vaccinated ,and serious fertility problems and the future of mating.
World Council For Health's D.O Cristoff Plothe from Germany does an excellent job with proof and stats and slides, alongside one of Canada's favourite honest doctors- Dr.Trozzi. We have a no holds barred conversation about men mating with women who want children, AND the reverse, and what is happening with spike protein in the testes. Don't miss this one.
We actually watched the video at this link at Rumble.
I aborted the next very complex video I tuned in, for I got involved explaining to my brother what I understood were the financial implications of selling the house early into a four- or five-year mortgage term ─ our mortgage expires next month, and I was set to have a 3:30 p.m. telephone consultation with the bank agent responsible for ours.
So all we watched was an episode of The Last O.G., for by then we were into the noon hour.
When that show was done, my brother sought his bed rest before leaving for the day to renew his socializing; he left while I was having my early afternoon nap this largely sunny day.
Lord, I am finding myself constantly getting carried away with the typing, helplessly accelerating the pace and force, and probably aggravating my crippling condition.
Anyway, I bet I could have sat out in the backyard in the afternoon sunshine if that 3:30 p.m. telephone consultation was not looming.
It actually did not take place until the agent's call came at 4:22 p.m.
I had decided that I would pinpoint her as to what our interest rate differential (IRD) penalty would be if we sold the house early into a four- or five-year fixed-rate term. Specifically, I would find out if it might be within the $40,000 to $50,000 range as much as I hated the idea, I was willing to suffer that penalty.
To my surprise, she declared that it would not be too much more than half of that ─ I was prepared to accept the larger figure as my fate.
She even went further.
To wit, we had been looking at renewing the mortgage with a four- or five-year term (I forget which) at a bi-weekly rate of $880 on a 22-year amortization period (we are currently paying $1,855 monthly under a 17-year amortization period).
Well, when she fathomed my plight, she offered to extend the amortization period to 25 years, allowing for a two-year fixed-rate term of 5.57% with payments of $862 bi-weekly.
Thus, if we sold early ─ say, halfway through the term ─ the IRD penalty would only be around $16,000.
That I can truly live with!
I felt so much better after all of this.
As well, I have discovered that my income tax refund was directly deposited today ─ well over $1,700. Now I can do some food and even beer shopping again ─ I was seriously considering going dry once my present malt supply ran out, even though I normally only drink two cans every second evening.
Man, my thumb joint is sore! Seriously, I am thinking that I may have to forsake blogging to try and heal up ─ I cannot seem to reign in the speed and force of my typing.
Anyway, I have 72 hours to electronically sign that mortgage agreement ─ no problem at all. However, my wife must also sign within that time, or the link will become inactive.
And she is presently over in Thailand visiting her mother and other family (and friends) at the home village in Udon Thani province. They are 14 hours ahead of us in time, so I am hoping that she will see a Facebook Messenger text that I left her.
Time is of the essence.
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