The main thing (I suppose) that I watched early last evening (as I killed some time while having a supper and brushing my teeth) was an episode of Cybill ─ this one was season two's episode 14 ("Where's Zoey?").
Anecdotally, the classy hooker Ira hired was played by actress Claire Stansfield ─ she was entirely familiar to me, with her unique luscious features, but I have no idea why she stands out like that, for I cannot point to anything of hers that I have seen that would have such an indelible effect.
Also, the young actress who played Zoey's friend Nina was played by actress Kim Murphy. Supposedly she committed suicide in 2018 at the age of 44. Yet even though IMDb mentions her death at the age of 44 but does not cite any cause of death ("She died on October 26, 2018 in the USA."), two websites (here and here) claim that she is still living and is presently 49 years old.
Regardless, to continue with my post, I was to bed last evening no later than 9:20 p.m. with my cellphone alarm set for 1:45 a.m. to get me up to ready for another five-mile+ walk.
Although I was into a wakeful period when my alarm chimed, I was willing enough to get up, feeling better or more rested than I usually do. I was to find my wife's bedroom door shut tight, so she had evidently come home during my time abed.
I was to venture forth into the night bare-armed, wearing a sleeveless hoodie beneath a sleeveless denim jacket. I had weighed myself fully dressed, but without the jacket ─ just a dash under 190 pounds.
Thus when I stopped at an elementary school playground early into my walk, I was unwilling to fail to achieve my current norms in the six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups that I undertake: four and three pull-ups in the first two sets; three and two chin-ups in the next two sets; and two pull-ups in each of the final two sets that were performed between two gymnastics-style rings.
The very final pull-up was held at highest elevation for a 12-count.
Despite feeling rested, these numbers required everything within me to achieve. I would not be managing that many if I did not already know that I have been doing this number regularly for some days now.
And as usual, I finished up with eight slow, full-range push-ups in a declined position on a cement ramp.
Once the effort was all over, i actually felt very energized on the walk for the longest time.
A bright moon continues to illuminate the night, so I believe that this has been the fourth consecutive night walk in which I felt that it was not necessary to switch on my flashlight (a Titan stun gun / flashlight / baton).
In fact, after I left Fraser Highway and had walked a very short distance 'up' the unlit Quibble Creek Greenway (Google Map), I noticed that there was someone well ahead who seemed to suddenly have begun walking 'up' the Greenway as well ─ possibly after having been loitering at that very short offshoot that you can see which leads towards the 'left' and 138-A Street.
So when I reached that spot, I opted to detour to 138-A Street and hurriedly continue on to 100th Avenue where I made a right turn and passed by where the Greenway also met with 100th Avenue ─ either I walked sufficiently fast to reach that juncture well ahead of whomever might still be coming; or else whomever it was had no intention of coming that far. Sometimes, homeless people bivouac in the area, or just loiter there in the dark for whatever reason.
To be honest, I did not know for certain if there had been just one person, nor if perhaps that person was walking a potentially large and / or unfriendly dog.
I had another encounter long after when I had some dark figure suddenly appear a short distance ahead of me who was walking in my direction. There was no time to perform a nonchalant detour and avoid the person.
He proved to be hooded, and shorter than I.
Just after we had passed one another, he spoke something that was entirely unintelligible to me. It was loud enough ─ it just did not sound English. So I stopped, and looking back, asked, "What's that?"
He then pulled back his hood and asked in perfect English, "How are you?"
I responded, "I'm okay. What about you?"
And then he spoke the same entirely unintelligible sentence once more.
All I could conclude was that he was either wanting to sell ─ or else buy ─ some kind of drugs. So I do not know if I gave him a suitable response to whatever he said, but I only replied with something like, "No, I don't do that."
It seemed like he made acknowledgement. Whatever the case, I waited no longer ─ I turned about and continued with my walk.
Earlier in my walk, I had passed by the intersection of 98th Avenue / Fraser Highway & King George Boulevard (Google Map) where a very large work crew had pretty much occupied the entire area, directing a limited traffic flow ─ 98th Avenue was entirely blocked off.
When I returned that way, the work had all stopped, and practically everyone was gone. I like to proceed along 98th Avenue, so this was good news. However, I wanted to make a $200 withdrawal at an ATM of Coast Capital Savings right by George Junction & King George Boulevard (Google Map).
Yesterday I had said that a loitering figure plus a possible Brinks truck (most likely it was actually a Loomis truck) deterred me, but this time all was clear. I got my cash, crossed the King George, and came back down to 98th Avenue and continued on my way.
So all in all, I had made two small backtracking detours during my walk, and that would be why it was 4:18 a.m. by the time I was back home ─ I had expected that due to my decent pace, the walk would have been nearer an hour.
I was back to bed by 5:30 a.m., I believe.
Well, so much for skipping any afternoon sunning in favour of this being a bath day. I had the bath, but not until it was nearly time for me to commence my Sabbath fast after sundown ─ I in fact barely managed to get down a supper.
Let's just say that towards 5:30 p.m. I had some exercise, taking a break from this post. And then the addiction kicked in.
But back to this morning, I may have managed a further 2½ hours in bed, and then rose to join my younger brother for some T.V. At 9 a.m. he invited me to put our Android TV to work.
I led us off with yesterday's addition to Rumble's A Warrior Calls channel ─ it topped an hour: Emergency For Our World - This Evil MUST Be Known.
Then I played a superb 45-minute video that just may have revealed the ticket to avoiding all future respiratory infections: The Clear Benefits of Nasal Hygiene.
And we ended our viewing with an episode of Wolf Creek ─ we watched season one's episode three ("Salt Lake"), but I see now that we had not yet watched episode two. That will be next time.
Briefly, my brother never bothered with any rest, and left midway through the noon hour to begin his daily socializing. I had my day's first meal, and then took a brief nap.
Meantime, my wife arrived home after going out earlier to visit the Burnaby Thai Buddhist temple. However, it was not to stay. She whipped up some cooking to leave for us, and then just after mid-afternoon left for 'parts unknown'.
I have to get to bed ─ it is now after 9:30 p.m., and I must get to bed, for I plan another early a.m. five-mile+ walk.
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