Following some early evening T.V. yesterday, I failed to get to bed when I had hoped ─ instead of 9 p.m., it was more like 9:20 p.m. Since I was going to be rising at 1:45 a.m. to begin readying for one of my five-mile+ walks, even a quarter of an hour in bed can make a difference in how rested I would feel.
I found myself feeling somewhat agitated for not getting to bed when targeted. But was that why I was to sleep so illy?
Long before my alarm chimed, I was conscious. I heard it finally raining; and it seemed to me that the T.V. was playing far later than usual ─ either that, or the neighbours were being noisy. I did not hear my wife arrive home, however, following her first day returning to a work schedule after being out of country for almost half a year.
Finally I decided to check the time ─ it was 1:36 a.m.
At first I attempted to relax as I awaited the chiming of my alarm, but I quickly decided to just rise and get a head start on readying.
And sure enough, my besotted younger brother was still downstairs with the T.V. on ─ this generally means that he had passed out during much of the evening and no longer felt like calling it quits when the midnight hour arrived.
I began slowly readying in my bedroom anyway, and then around 2 a.m. I recognized the sounds downstairs signifying that he was shutting down for the night.
And then he came upstairs and shut himself up in his bedroom. The house below was in darkness; and my wife's bedroom door was closed shut, so I knew that she was home and to bed.
I believe that it was 2:16 a.m. by the time I had begun my walk, and had weighed in somewhere between 188 and 189 pounds fully dressed, but sans the black denim jacket I would be wearing. The sounds of rain had stopped, but supposedly it was just about as warm as the previous night. Nevertheless, I was not going to be heading out sleeveless this time.
I was to find it still raining, but so negligibly that it was impossible to get wet. Everything was already soaked, though.
And I felt less rested than I liked. I tend to stagger in the early stages of my walks.
Once I got to the elementary school playground early into my walk where I engage a half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, I wondered if I could possibly match yesterday's performance, especially since I would need to wear gloves due to the wet equipment ─ yesterday I had broken what had been my normal of total repetitions by the addition of one, which I knew would compel me to try to now make that small escalation my new normal.
I doffed my jacket, and set to. And somehow, I did it: four and then three pull-ups in the first two sets; then three chin-ups in each of the next two sets; and finally, two pull-ups between two gymnastics-style rings in the final two sets. The very last of those pull-ups was held at fullest elevation for a 12- to 15-count.
And I also performed eight slow full-range push-ups in a declined posture on a cement ramp.
Three decades ago, I would have been doing the pull-ups and chin-ups as quickly as possible, and never quite descending to a fully relaxed hang. My elbows would be unlocked, yes; but I always maintained a contraction of the musculature of my upper back.
I do not do that anymore. The pull-ups and chin-ups are definitely done to a complete and relaxed hang before I attempt the next elevation.
Likewise push-ups. I now lower myself until I can feel a light contact of thighs, some torso, and my chin to the ground or whatever it is that I am prone upon. Then I push up to total elevation with elbows locked out, before I then lower myself back down.
Honestly, I do not believe that at my age of 73 that I can do pull-ups and chin-ups as swiftly as I once did ─ for one thing, my left shoulder was damaged badly a couple of times, and never got medical attention even though I was virtually disabled the first time for months.
Anyway, concerning my walk, I did my best to avoid having to pass right by anyone, for only 'night people' are out ─ the homeless, or drug addicts. And with the wet conditions, I never felt I needed to turn on my flashlight ─ the wet surfaces reflected enough light to make things more visible than would have been the case otherwise.
I rather forget now, but it may have been either 4:22 or 4:24 a.m. by the time I was back. And possibly, I was again in bed by maybe 5:15 a.m.
My morning was to commence soon after 8 a.m. My brother evidently rose not too very long thereafter.
When I joined him for some T.V. awhile later, at 9 a.m. he invited me to put our Android TV Box into action, so I led us off with Odessa Orlewicz's hour-long (1:01:42) programme of yesterday: Interview With Dr. Makis Re "EG5 Eris Variant" Translating To Demonic Goddess Of Chaos & Discord.
Interview With Dr. Makis Re "EG5 Eris" Translating To Demonic Goddess Of Chaos & Discord?
https://www.politico.com/news/2023/08/08/what-to-know-about-covid-variant-eris-00110286
One of my favourite guests (former Canadian cancer doctor who was offered bribes & left due to corruption) Dr. William Makis is back to talk about the newest propaganda, oddly named so called variant, and new scare campaign/media push to give everyone this new shot in clown Canada.
The video is also available here on Rumble.
Next I tuned in a 47-minute documentary on YouTube uploaded back on November 15, 2015: World's Biggest Boy | Real Stories.
A compelling new documentary focusing on seven year old Russian boy Jambik Hatohov, who already weighs 16 stone (102 kg), the same as a baby elephant, and measures 4ft 3in (1.4 metres) tall.
Well, even in 2015, the documentary was old. As Wikipedia's article on the boy ─ Dzhambulat Khatokhov ─ declares, the feature came out in 2008.
The poor guy barely made it past three months following his 21st birthday.
We finished up with a YouTube video uploaded on July 19 to its Shawn Ryan Show channel ─ it was the second of three parts (for we were enthralled by the first episode that we watched yesterday): DC Long - Army Combat Vet's Mysterious UFO Encounter in Underground Military Base | SRS #66 (Part 2).
The Whistleblower Marathon continues with former Army Combat Veteran DC Long. DC and his Father, then government contractors, were tasked with standing up a shoot house at Range 19. Before they knew it, they were ushered underground at gunpoint only to encounter a "Monolithic Slab."
Long shares his story in great detail, recounting the sights and sounds of this UAP / UFO. Long describes a series of events that unfolded post his encounter that would ultimately separate he and his Father for life. This episode is a cold, hard look at how sinister the aftermath of such an encounter can be.
I have no intention for us to miss the third episode.
My wife had risen before the second video was playing, and it soon became evident that she was not going anywhere ─ was yesterday's day at work a one-off?
My brother had some brief bed rest and then left for the day to socialize again. My wife had cooked up a rice soup, so I had some of that as my day's first meal, and then I let her know that I was seeking a nap.
Note that although it remained overcast, there was never any rain. Even the bit I experienced had stopped during the latter half of my walk. And then in the late afternoon, we began to get a lot of sunshine.
We need more rain.
Anyway, my wife began getting dolled up after mid-afternoon; and judging from a loud cellphone call she got, she seemed likely to be getting set to go to work. So I asked her where?
Apparently she has returned to the restaurant near to the casino that she proved herself addicted to ─ it was a primary reason she went abroad early this year. She never wanted to be near that temptation again.
Can she somehow resist returning to that corrupt venue?
I damned well hope so.
By the way, I realized today that my brother never gave me his monthly expenses reconciliation cheque earlier this month. I hope he soon remembers to make the reckoning.
I intend another early walk in the a.m., so I must cease blogging for today and have some supper, and maybe some T.V., for 7:30 p.m. is approaching.
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