Adaptation

It was later than I wanted by the time I got to bed last evening ─ my cellphone alarm was set for 1:45 a.m., and I was allowing myself at best a mere four hours of bed time.

When it came time to get up and ready for my five-mile walk, I was nothing like eager, but it was to be my first outing with my Titan stun gun baton & flashlight. It was annoying to rise and discover that my youngest stepson was occupying the bathroom, having a late shower. I ensured that I went downstairs and used a toilet located directly below the bathroom ─ hopefully the flush had some adverse impact for the young idiot.

I did not manage to get away until 2:16 a.m., and I again had on a sleeveless hoodie and sleeveless black denim jacket.

By the time I arrived at the elementary school playground early into my walk where I tackle six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, I lacked enthusiasm, but nevertheless I was able to hit my norm in repetitions ─ four in the first set, and two repetitions in each of the remaining five sets. The very last pull-up was held at highest elevation for a 10-count that is more like a 12-count.

I am starting to feel the strain of performing these six sets on a daily basis, for clothed as I was, I weighed perhaps 193 pounds at my age of 73. It is not as if I have a diet rich in protein ─ I cannot afford such a diet.

Also, I am presently on my weekly Sabbath fast that commences just ahead of sunset Friday evening and is not supposed to end until after sunset this evening. I made an online check and have found that officially hereabouts, sunset is supposedly at 9:04 p.m.

I tend to break my fast sooner than I otherwise would or should because I do not want to be caught sitting up when my younger brother returns home from his daily socializing ─ I can spare him no time, not when I have to be getting up at 1:45 a.m.

I felt tired last night on my walk. I had intended to water the front yard garden plants after I was back home, but I had no spirit to be doing so. Besides, I correctly suspected that my eldest stepson might have to be getting up soon if he had a 12-hour day shift beginning at 6 a.m., and the hose has to be run right past the side of the house where he sleeps.

I am going to have to figure out some other method of bearing the Titan. It is far too obvious to just be walking around with in one's hand. Yes, it has a clasp for hooking onto a belt loop, I expect; but that is a terrible place to have the Titan if one suddenly found a threatening situation unfolding. Even trying to fumble with the clasp here in a lit room was a bother ─ it took far too frustratingly long for me to get the flashlight free. Out in the night, I doubt that it could be managed in time to be used for defence.

There should have been a sheath or scaffold for the Titan ─ or even a harness slung across the shoulder.

Just walking with the Titan in hand for five miles (plus) presents too much of a spectacle. I am not trying to frighten innocent people; nor have I an interest in attracting the notice of a passing police cruiser.

Perhaps I will simply carry it in an open nylon tote bag. No one is going to feel threatened at the sight of that in my hand, and it looks innocent; but unzipped, at the first sign of a threat I can quickly have the Titan to hand for deployment.

I won't be giving that a try tomorrow morning, however, for I will not be getting up until 4 a.m. ─ Sunday mornings are for some grocery shopping, so I will not even be carrying the Titan when I leave home between 5:45 - 6 a.m. 

And by then it is already daylit at this time of year. I will have to rely upon the sheathed dagger I have on my hip.

Anyway, as I said, I was so listless last night that it was something like 4:22 a.m. before I was back home. Yet I did not get back to bed until nigh 6:15 a.m. due to some involved E-mail correspondence.

When later I checked the time, it was something like 9:22 a.m., and still I felt badly underslept. It took me a while before I was able to get up. By then, I heard my brother leave the house ─ he picks up his girlfriend Bev at 10 a.m. five days a week to drive her to work, even though she lives two miles away ... but only about four or five blocks from where he is employed.

However, that is his choice.

After he was back near 10:20 a.m., I had the T.V. and our Android TV Box on, and a video all set to play ─ a 1¾-hour (1:44:13) addition two days ago to Rumble's Vaccine Safety Research Foundation channel: Full Episode #86: Liberty v. the Biomedical Security State.

Join us this Thursday on VSRF Live for a crucial episode as bioethics expert, Dr. Aaron Kheriaty, and Steve Kirsch examine the intricate dynamics of the Deep State’s weaponization of biosecurity against our personal autonomy, families, communities, and traditions. In addition, we will be joined by Dr. Heather Gessling of The Wellness Company — here to answer your questions about achieving and maintaining good health, and to address your concerns about the adverse effects of the Covid-19 injections.

They truly need to update their video descriptions ─ Dr. Heather Gessling was unable to appear.

There was only time for a sitcom after that, so I played an episode of England's W1A ─ this episode was the third of series two.

My brother had some bed rest before he left for the day, and I was again involved in E-mail correspondence by the time he emerged from his room and drove off. Then when I had my nap, I did not expect to rouse and find that it was already just past 3 p.m. ─ I wanted to do some backyard sunning.

I didn't much feel like it, but at 3:08 p.m. I commenced a 63-minute session, during which I managed to likely kill one common green bottle fly, and another was sent off unable to do more than fly for three or so inches at best. I have no idea what befell it ─ it kept working its way farther from me.

My desire is for hunting wasps to come across these flies and make use of them to feed the young back at the wasp nest ─ my contribution to these predators.

Finally, I wish to mention that my wife did not show up yesterday ─ I was of the impression that her flight from Bangkok was to be on the 21st. I have not spoken with either of her sons about it ─ perhaps she is due back this evening.

If so, then it will have been exactly one day less than a full six months since she left on her flight from YVR to go overseas (first to visit a sister of hers who lives in Rome, Italy).

My early evening is upon me, so I am doing to end this post here.