Last evening's 'emergency' drinking probably held primary responsibility for my poor sleep, for I did not likely get to bed until maybe 10 p.m., yet was awake enough in the first half of the midnight hour to be checking the time.
I was awake, but not refreshed at all. I was in that state of alcohol withdrawal where an escalated heart rate makes sleep extremely difficult.
There seemed to be a fair amount of activity in the rest of the house. My eldest stepson and my younger brother were having an unusual amount of interaction.
I now forget if I rose before or shortly after 1 a.m., but I remained in my closed bedroom as I slowly readied for my planned walk.
My brother did not finally come upstairs to his bedroom for the night until 1:30 a.m., at which point my eldest stepson then took occupation of the dining table to watch videos on a laptop.
He was out of sight there, so I was able to probably escape undetected; it was 1:44 a.m. once I was away. Supposedly, according to an online check, it was 0.5° Celsius (32.9° F.). Fully clothed, I had weighed no more than 188 pounds. This rather betokened a very good result with a latter afternoon weigh-in today because I was on my Sabbath fast.
And having typed those words, around 4 p.m. I did weigh myself whilst fully naked ─ I was possibly no more than 176 pounds!
When early into my walk I stopped at the elementary school playground three or four blocks from here, I found the equipment wet with condensation, so I took the time to wipe dry the metal jungle gym monkey bar I would be using for a half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups.
I was still feeling questionable, but I managed five and then two pull-ups in the first two sets; three and then two chin-ups in the middle two sets; and two pull-ups between two gymnastics-style rings in the last two sets, with the very final pull-up held at peak elevation for a 20-count.
Then I performed the 11 slow full-range push-ups in a declined posture on a cement ramp.
As for the walk, I believed myself to be making very good time, and did a fair amount of slow 'old man' jogging. I also did not have to detour around anyone, nor get held up at traffic lights.
At very most, it was 3:36 a.m. once I was back home. I had come upon my wife just about to unlock the front door, having come home late from some likely partying following her evening working at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.
We didn't speak much; she asked if I had been on a walk, and I of course said that I had been. She unloaded some things in the kitchen, then went wordlessly directly upstairs and went to bed.
We have separate bedrooms.
As poorly slept as I felt, I remained up until almost 5 a.m. before getting to bed. And even though I did not rise thereafter until well past 8 a.m., I still felt unusually underslept. And that has never changed today ─ even my early afternoon nap has not remedied this state.
Of course, I am suffering caffeine withdrawal along with hunger, so that can account for my lacking. I feel too weak for any exercise.
I am sure that my brother and stepson were likely talking about Christmas Day, for my brother will have his girlfriend Bev here to help him prepare a turkey feast. And since she will be spending that night here, this morning he got busy vacuuming and even gave his en suite toilet / shower room a very needed cleaning.
What is unknown is if he will be bringing her home this evening ─ that will undoubtedly depend upon how things go between them later. When they drink together as they will be doing, they often tend to have their fill of one another for a night, so he may just take her to her home and then collect her later tomorrow morning.
Thus, I do not know what to expect this evening.
When I break my fast after dark, I am going to have a mug of hot instant coffee ─ two heaping teaspoons ─ along with the full works! That will be my immediate priority and will hopefully do much to correct this dreadful lassitude.
My wife never rose today until sometime during my early afternoon nap. She was to have to work again the latter part of today (the restaurant closes daily from 3 - 4:30 p.m.). We did not talk much, but she did say ─ if I heard her correctly ─ that she would not be back until the latter tomorrow afternoon.
I see one likely reason for her conversational withdrawal from me. An online check of her bank account has revealed that she seems to have paid last night just over $1,000 to the damned casino she is addicted to.
So she got paid, and then promptly blew a small fortune. She normally does not even earn $1,000 in a half month.
I was considering trying to give her a few hundred dollars as a Christmas gift, but why ever bother? If she has cash to spare, she will just throw it away.
She's sick.
Enough ─ I am only upsetting myself by talking about this.
My brother and I only watched one video on T.V. this morning with our Android TV Box. It was just over an hour (1:05:11) and had been added on December 19 to Rumble's FNL - FreedomNews NouvellesLibres channel: Interview with Dr. William Makis MD - mRNA, Turbo cancer: is the truth coming out?
Canadian physician with expertise in Radiology, Oncology and Immunology. Governor General's Medal, University of Toronto Scholar. Author of 100+ peer-reviewed medical publications.
New revelations are coming to light every day about the devastating effects of messenger RNA-based covid vaccines on people's health, and more and more deaths.
Statistics don't lie, even if governments don't clearly update the data on a regular basis.
Pfizer has even just bought a company specializing in the treatment of turbo cancer; yes, it exists!
Will the weight of these revelations force governments to speak out?
Maybe they will, but... maybe they won't!
They're accomplices!
As usual, Dr. William Makis strongly maintained our interest.
It is nearly 5:30 p.m. at present, and I have finished downing rather quickly the delicious coffee that I spoke of.
I am tempted to watch a Christmas movie, but that entails some drinking. Now, it is not the drinking of itself that is my concern, provided that I limit myself to doing so through the movie. My concern is that I would have a few drinks with the intention of getting to bed anytime I become aware that my brother has returned, for I would like to rise tomorrow at 4 a.m. to slowly work myself into a five-mile+ walk that would also be a grocery shopping excursion. Once I see him returning home later this evening, I would avoid becoming entangled with him and having a late night.
But if he returns home with Bev, then I feel myself with no choice but to sit up and tune in some Christmas fare for her benefit while drinking in fellowship with the two of them. Unfortunately, if I am already 'comfortably on my way' because of having already watched a Christmas movie on my own while drinking, then I would be at serious risk of courting a lost day tomorrow. I only have strong (8% alcohol) beers, so it is quite simple to overdo the drinking.
Perhaps I will pause this post and report back later.
Okay, I had a fast beer and a stiff shot of Sambuca and barely managed to get away ─ I wanted to drink more, for the lift did not seem adequate.
But I knew that trap.
And so ahead of 9 p.m. I left and put in the miles, and was back by about 10:45 p.m.
My brother's van was here. However, only he was ─ no Bev. So that is that for this evening. I shall be sitting up watching some entertainment and having a couple or so beers.
Taneth Gimemez
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