As happens quite often, I found myself awake ahead of time last night and did not require my 1:30 a.m. cellphone alarm, even though I believe it was just past 10 p.m. when I went to bed the previous evening.
It was no later than 1:18 a.m. when I made that time check.
I could see that my eldest stepson was still up, hidden out of sight at the dining table and no doubt watching videos on a laptop or tablet. I remained upstairs and began quietly readying for my walk.
An online look revealed that it was supposedly 8° Celsius (46.4° F.) hereabouts, and possibly raining, but I could hear nothing through any open windows.
By the time I was set to go, my fully clothed weigh-in was 190 pounds. And it was 1:53 a.m. once I had probably slipped outside unnoticed by my stepson and was on my way.
There was rain, but not quite a drizzle. It was enough to have gotten everything wet, though. I felt no need to unfurl my umbrella; and later into my walk the rain ranged from barely noticeable to probably stopped.
At the elementary school playground three or four blocks from here where I stopped for a half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, the equipment was wet, but I opted to exercise bare-handed for the first four sets: five and then two pull-ups in the first two sets, and three and then two chin-ups in the second two sets.
The final two sets were pull-ups between a pair of gymnastics-style rings. By this point my somewhat calloused hands had become so soft from the wet that I decided to put on my ski gloves because it had become painful from essentially pinching of the skin on the metal bars that I had been using.
I only managed two pull-ups in both sets on the rings, but I held the final pull-up at highest elevation for a 20-count.
Then I finished with 11 slow full-range push-ups in a declined position on a cement ramp.
As for my walk, twice I felt myself obliged to avoid street people or the homeless, necessitating the loss of a little time. Nor was I pushing my pace, apart from a ¾-mile stretch of forested 96th Avenue where I engaged some slow 'old man' jogging using little steps or strides that were not much faster than a walk. I did this whenever there were no vehicles, for I was using the avenue itself and not the gloomy and at times almost buckled sidewalk.
I was honestly surprised to arrive back home at 3:46 a.m. ─ that seemed impossibly good time.
And I was back in bed just ahead of 5 a.m. My wife had not come home, but I was not expecting her to.
When I later checked the time after feeling rather awake, it was several minutes after 9 a.m. ─ maybe 9:10 a.m. ─ so I hustled up, correctly expecting that my younger brother was downstairs watching T.V. and expecting me to come and put our Android TV Box into play.
When I did exactly that, I led us off with an hour-long (59:56) December 16 addition to Rumble's Greg Hunter's USAWatchdog.com channel: CV19 Vax was Rolling Thunder Global Propaganda – Mark Crispin Miller.
Join Greg Hunter as he goes One-on-One with NYU Media Studies Professor and propaganda expert Dr. Mark Crispin Miller for 12.16.23.
https://substack.com/@markcrispinmiller1
After that, I tuned in a 47-minute (47:01) stream yesterday to Rumble's Man in America channel: Inside Trump's Inner Circle: Startling Revelations That'll Give You Hope for 2024 w/Clay Clark.
Clay Clark certainly has an unusually strong favourable Christian impression of Donald Trump and Trump's saviour-like role politically.
I had thought that we would have time after that to watch an episode of an old T.V. show, but my brother had to bow out about a third of the way through for some errand, so we'll have to try and continue with the rest of the show tomorrow.
I had my midday meal, and was not yet to bed for my early afternoon nap when he returned to seek his own bed rest. He left for the day while I was napping.
Later in the afternoon, my wife phoned me ─ apparently working. She said that the financial institution she has been seeking a $17,000 loan from phoned her in the morning, but she was not free to be able to speak at length with the agent. He said that he would E-mail her and she could make arrangements from there.
Well, she wanted me to reply to him and suggest midday tomorrow when he should phone her back.
Unfortunately, all she was sent was an anonymous message in which was given the institution's 1 - 888 long distance number and their website link, and the direction that she contact them.
Regardless, my wife is shrewd enough in many ways, but fully comprehending my attempted description of the unlikelihood that replying to the E-mail was going to elicit a call from them midday tomorrow seemed beyond her.
So I replied to the E-mail as she desired, and that was that.
I did not let her know that it was only at 2:59 a.m. yesterday that I got around to sending them what documentation I understood that they were likely requesting as verification of my income ─ my wife can not qualify for such a loan on her own strength, so I am her surety as co-signer.
Thus, maybe their call this morning was going to present encouragement to her, for she has $10,000 in personal indebtedness to friends that she needs to deal with.
Our credit debt due to her utter gambling foolishness is incalculable.
Enough of that. She is supposed to be home tonight following work.
We've been having some rain today ─ not heavy, but rain nonetheless, although not unbroken.
I was able to clear away some late afternoon exercising in time enough to allow me to watch a Christmas movie in the early evening. My selection was 2017's A Christmas Cruise.
Okay, it was interesting enough ─ I had my supper with it, along with two cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) and a shot of Kraken Black Spice Rum (47% alcohol) ─ but it was definitely not the sort of emotional Christmas movie I prefer.
Lead actress Vivica A. Fox ain't a big appeal to me, and I did not like her love interest as played by actor Kristoff St. John.
Now, to not speak ill of the dead, I am not familiar with the actor, but he apparently died February 3, 2019, at the age of 52. (Vivica was already 53 when the Christmas movie came out in 2017.)
I would much more have enjoyed seeing supporting actress Jessica Moore in a Christmas movie lead role. If my research is proper, she is now 44, so I reckon she would have been 37 when the Christmas movie was released ─ she was super cute!
I would like to speak more of the movie, but it is already after 9:15 p.m., and I need to soon get to bed because I will have my cellphone alarm set for 1:30 a.m. to get me up for another five-mile+ walk.
Also, my brother got home an hour earlier than usual ─ he was here well before 8:30 p.m. In fact, maybe less than 15 minutes after I turned off the T.V. and came upstairs here to my bedside computer.
I will not be seeing my wife later ─ we have separate bedrooms.
Enough ─ my blogging ends for today.
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