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While watching an old episode of The Avengers early last evening featuring my young latter 1960's heartthrob Diana Rigg, I had a can of strong (8% alcohol) malt.
The episode was season (series) five's episode five ("The Bird Who Knew Too Much").
Every time I tune in an old episode featuring Diana, I initially can still feel the stirrings of that long-ago attraction.
I believe that I may have made it to bed by 9:10 p.m., but certainly before 9:30 p.m. My cellphone alarm was set for 1:30 a.m. to get me up to ready for one of my five-mile walks.
Oddly, I am now foggy at recollection, but I believe that I may have found myself awake ahead of schedule. However, I now cannot say if I did rise early, or was still abed when my alarm chimed ─ I think I was in bed, for I have this image of myself having to roll over from the far side of my bed to quell the alarm.
I was to discover that the hall light outside my bedroom door was on; I was unable to access the bathroom immediately without first dressing, so I held off. The light often means that my wife ─ who had a full workday at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time ─ is home and not yet gone to bed; but sometimes my drunken younger brother will have it on to facilitate his use of the stairs when he has to come up to use the toilet.
I did peek out my door and could see him still downstairs in front of the T.V. in the living room, and quite likely passed out.
As I began readying while also availing myself of the Web at this computer which I keep next to my bed, I heard someone come upstairs too quickly to be my brother. It proved to be my youngest stepson yet again annoyingly taking occupation of the bathroom for one of his damned unnecessary late-night showers.
What this betokened for me was not only the loss of a chance to weigh myself fully clothed before I left so that I would know how much poundage I would be dealing with when I stopped early into my walk for a half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups at an elementary school playground; but it also deprived me of a chance to have a needed pee.
And so once more I was forced to pollute the large yogourt container I had to use the previous night and had since washed out.
An online check of the claimed temperature hereabouts listed it at 9° Celsius (48.2° F.), which would be the coolest night temperature thus far this late into the year.
Happily, I was actually set to go a little ahead of 2 a.m., but I had hoped to be able to do so by quietly sneaking away unnoticed by my unconscious brother ─ this was not possible, for I had somewhat earlier heard him choking himself awake.
I opened my bedroom door to depart ... only to have him come to the stairs and drunkenly begin ascent to have a toilet break (he has an en suite shower with toilet in his bedroom, so my youngest stepson's occupation of the main bathroom was irrelevant to my brother).
My bedroom door was already open and he was aware, so there was no avoiding him, and we had a brief parting exchange of pleasantry.
It was 1:58 a.m. once I was outside and on my way under a clear sky and in distinctly cool, moist air. The moon was now less that half full.
Once I was at the school, as the previous night, I wore my gloves to exercise because the equipment was thoroughly wet with condensation. I also opted to wear my jacket.
It was a nearly excruciating achievement for this 73-year-old, but I again managed to attain my new normal in repetitions for the six sets: five and then three pull-ups in the first two sets; three chin-ups in the middle two sets; and two pull-ups between a pair of gymnastics-style rings in both of the final two sets, with the very last pull-up held at highest elevation for a barely attainable 15-count.
Note that due to the relatively slim monkey bar that I use to do the pull-ups and chin-ups in the first four sets, I do not have the secure sort of grip that would be the case if I was using a regulation-sized actual chin-up bar. And when I have to use gloves, my grip is even poorer, slowly coming undone.
Thus ─ especially when the bar is wet and I am using gloves ─ I cannot descend with gusto or my grip would be quickly lost. So I descend in a controlled fashion, even when the bar is dry and I am using bare hands; and I come to a lat-spreading full hang before rallying for the next ascent.
So this is not a numbers game to see how many quick partial repetitions I can manage. Besides, I am admittedly stiff, and I do have left shoulder damage that I have never sought medical attention for, and which years ago left me unable to elevate my arm for the longest time. Heck, for months the only way I could try to toss a stone was to have my arm hang and I would just flick my palm upwards by flexing my wrist.
I am still damaged after these decades (it first happened in the mid-1980s, and I have had one or two subsequent recurrences through strained carelessness since that time), but I never allowed myself to have the arm become fully disabled, and thus I have always managed to rebuild or recover enough to mostly exercise with the arm.
Anyway, I finished up the exercising with 10 slow full-range push-ups in a declined posture on a cement ramp.
I cannot recall anything particularly notable about the actual walk, except at one point as I was maybe a half mile at very most from returning home I did have a skunk cross my path. Actually, it was good that I had not been walking faster, for it had come through a passageway in a wire fence that I would have needed to use ─ I would have met right up with the creature in the darkness on the far side of that fence opening.
I was back home at 4 a.m. exactly, so I made very good time.
And I doubt that I was much past 5:30 a.m. in getting back to bed.
The day was to dawn with clear skies, but I never tried to gear myself up to do any afternoon sunning because this was a scheduled bath day. I usually only bath every fourth day, so I am slow about it (I also shave my head in the bath); therefore, I tend not to have the free time in a day for both a bath and a sunning session.
My brother and I never watched T.V. together until at least 10:20 a.m., by which time my wife had risen, showered, and left on her fairly long drive to get to the restaurant that opens at 11 a.m. Before she did, though, I had let her know that for some bizarre reason, the insurance company that was supposed to debit her monthly payment of almost $300 had failed to do so.
My wife had probably gambled away the $400 she had in the account two days ago, so I was obliged to loan her $300 early yesterday morning by way of an online transfer; and now the damned payment is going to have to sit in full jeopardy in her account until Monday when the life insurance debit will probably strike.
I will not bail her out if she is weak and stupid enough to help herself to the money in the interim.
My brother and I only had time for one long video ─ it was added to Rumble's Vaccine Safety Research Foundation channel two days ago: VSRF Livestream #93: Does the “Covid Crises” Start Next Week?
There were technical issues at the beginning of this episode. Feel free to skip the first 10 minutes. - VSRF
The VSRF’s mission is to advance COVID-19 vaccine safety through scientific research, public education, and advocacy, and to support the vaccine injured.
Yale Epidemiologist Dr. Harvey Risch, MD, PhD joins VSRF Live with NICU Nurse & Vaccine Injured Advocate Angela Wulbrecht, RN and VSRF Director of Research, Lisa Laehy, JD to discuss the next round of Covid, the relationship between skyrocketing cancer rates and the Covid-19 ‘vaccines’, and how to restore trust in Public Health.
Dr. Harvey Risch is Professor Emeritus of Epidemiology in the Department of Epidemiology and Public Health at the Yale School of Public Health and Yale School of Medicine. Dr. Risch received his MD degree from the University of California San Diego and PhD, in mathematical modeling of infectious epidemics, from the University of Chicago. After serving as a postdoctoral fellow in epidemiology at the University of Washington, Dr. Risch was a faculty member in epidemiology and biostatistics at the University of Toronto before coming to Yale. Dr. Risch’s research interests are in the areas of cancer etiology, prevention and early diagnosis, and in epidemiologic methods. He is especially interested in the effects of reproductive factors, diet, genetic predisposition, histopathologic factors, occupational/environmental/medication exposures, infection and immune functioning in cancer etiology. His major research projects have included studies of ovarian cancer, pancreas cancer, lung cancer, bladder cancer, esophageal and stomach cancer, and of cancers related to usage of oral contraceptives and noncontraceptive estrogens. Dr. Risch is Associate Editor of the Journal of the National Cancer Institute, Editor of the International Journal of Cancer, and for six years was a Member of the Board of Editors, the American Journal of Epidemiology. Dr. Risch is an author of more than 400 original peer-reviewed research publications in the medical literature and those research papers have been cited by other scientific publications more than 50,000 times. Dr. Risch has an h-index of 107 and is a Member of the Connecticut Academy of Sciences and Engineering. – Yale School of Public Health
I did not realize until now that the description contained that warning about the first 10 minutes ─ I was going to point it out myself. Since the video is listed as 1:21:14 in duration, actual content is only around 71 minutes.
Why do they not just remove that dead space before posting the video? I will never understand this; yet I have come across videos by others who do similarly, and I feel it to be both sloppy and unprofessional to leave in these dead spaces when they are of such long duration.
Regardless, we finished up our viewing with an episode of the old British sitcom Peep Show ─ this one was series one's episode three ("On the Pull").
I have never heard that expression before, I don't believe. If you are in the same boat, here is Cambridge Dictionary's definition of "on the pull".
Incidentally, I cannot see her credited, but Flora Newbigin was the actress portraying "the Goth girl".
I am somewhat undergoing a Sabbath fast, so I never had a meal yet today. This freed me up to have an early afternoon bath very soon after my brother left for the day to socialize.
I have been so very much fantasizing about buying myself a pizza! Alas, though, it would require me to venture out this evening to procure one, and the overeating thereafter would most likely impinge upon my usual Sunday morning early grocery shopping expedition that I incorporate into a five-mile+ walk, so I cannot have that. Sure, I do not intend to rise before 4 a.m., but it is best to take no risks to any chances of a good sleep.
I want to mention that when I stripped down for my bath, my naked weight seemed to be somewhere from 178 - 179 pounds.
While there is time this early evening, I want to try and squeeze in a Christmas movie ─ and a couple cans of malt ─ so I am bringing this post to a close here.
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