Yet again I was to find myself awake during the midnight hour, finally rising around 12:50 a.m. and slowly readying for my five-mile+ walk ─ no 1:30 a.m. cellphone alarm required, although it did chime because I neglected to disable it.
My younger brother was still watching T.V. downstairs, so I remained obscure within my bedroom until he finally retired to his bedroom around 1:30 a.m.
Supposedly, it was 12° Celsius (53.6° F.) outside hereabouts, according to an online check. Rain was predicted ─ in 64 minutes, if you can believe that! But it was enough to have me pack my umbrella along with my ski gloves and Titan baton flashlight stun gun.
I have also been carrying the wee rectangular flashlight with no brand marking of any sort that my wife gave me for Christmas. However, I have not used it ─ nor even the Titan flashlight in what seems like weeks. I am becoming so familiar with my route that I just about always 'go dark'.
Once I was dressed to go, I supposedly weighed as much as 192 pounds, but I also had a registry of barely over 190 pounds on another weigh attempt.
It was 1:38 a.m. once I was on my way.
There seemed some gusts of wind on occasion within the first half mile or so, but I never noticed any thereafter until ─ oddly enough ─ I was back within a half mile or so of home.
It was nice to find it relatively dry out there for a change. Heck, at the elementary school playground three or four blocks from here, even the equipment was dry. Treat though that was, I still could not best my recent norms of five and then two pull-ups in the first two sets; three and then two chin-ups in the middle two sets; and a pair of pull-ups between two gymnastics-style rings in the final two sets, with the very last pull-up held for a 20-count.
And of course I finished with 11 slow full-range push-ups in a declined position on a cement ramp.
I never hurried in my walk, nor did I bother with any 'old man' jogging. I even stopped a few times ─ most particularly when I could hear some guy raging away in the distance of the Fraser Highway very near to 96th Avenue (Google Map), but I could not see the idiot.
He certainly liked use of the "F" word.
I had first heard the commotion (initially it sound like he was thrashing or whacking bushes) when I was cutting from Green Timbers Way past the Surrey Nature Centre in order to reach Fraser Highway just shy of the creek that you can see on this Google Map, and I could still occasionally hear the berserker after I had crossed 140th Street and was halfway to King George Boulevard.
He was either roaring at a very silent companion, or else he was doing so to someone on a cellphone.
Anyway, I was quite delighted to arrive back home at 3:32 a.m. without any jogging whatsoever ─ and while wearing my shoddy no-name AliExpress boots.
I did not get back to bed until about 5 a.m., and I remained there until I noticed it to be quite light outside ─ a check of the time revealed that it was about 9:45 a.m.
My brother had been awaiting me to put our Android TV Box to work and spare him the T.V.'s basic cable programming.
I led us off with an interesting 1¼-hour (1:17:46) video streamed Christmas eve to Rumble's TammyCuthbertGarcia channel: Kim Witczak - Selling Sickness. People Before Profits, but after maybe 20 minutes my brother asked for something else because ─ to paraphrase him ─ "we know all this."
I had to check myself from reacting negatively to that.
So I then tuned in an even longer (1:48:52) December 27 stream to Rumble's Laura-Lynn Tyler Thompson channel: So, This Was Christmas.
Year end review and an update on the Coutt’s boys with Granny MacKay.
The description does not indicate that there was a fairly lengthy telephone interview with one of "the Coutt's 4" ─ Tony Olienick.
It must have been nearing 12:20 p.m. when my brother finally departed the tail end of the video to seek some bed rest, for he would later be heading out afoot to catch a bus to meet up with one or more of his drinking buddies at a pub.
I did not quite watch the video to its conclusion because Laura-Lynn seemed aimless and reluctant to call it quits; also, I do not share her Biblical interpretations ─ she seems too simplistic, and listening to her views becomes rather tiresome.
The real world is not Sunday school, so I do not care to be given the same sort of pap.
Anyway, I was having my nap when my brother left for the day.
My wife had to work the full day at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, so she rose early enough to shower and otherwise ready herself, and was away on her fairly long drive by 10:15 a.m., I would say.
It was raining over the course of the morning, but had ceased by the afternoon, I suppose.
I want to get in a walk this evening to free me up from having one overnight ─ and to allow me to sit up late watching some T.V. with my brother and having a few drinks, whether or not he can retain consciousness once he's back home.
It is already 6:25 p.m., so I am going to break from this post and begin readying. My plan is to hike over to Surrey Place (Central City) after withdrawing some of my monthly pension that I believe was directly deposited yesterday.
Well, darn it!
I had hardly gotten home from my outing than my brother showed up ─ quite plastered.
I am going to have to publish this post as is, for there is no more time to work on it.
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