Giving myself some latitude last night, I set my cellphone alarm for 2 a.m. to get me up for my five-mile+ walk, but I was awake and checking the time at something like 1:08 or 1:18 a.m. and opted to rise then.
I didn't feel too bad, considering how underslept I was yesterday.
My wife had not yet come home from her latter half day of working at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, but she showed up very soon after I had risen. She did not waste much time before going to bed, but her indistinct conversation offered to me a few times as she passed by my open bedroom doorway led me to understand that she had likely been doing some drinking, and that does not bode well where her casino addiction is concerned.
So I checked my chequing account online ─ the one I have joint with her ─ and saw that she had helped herself to $100. It only had something like $148 in it, but this now makes $350 that she has gotten from me since I received my pension income last month.
I cannot afford to have her constantly leeching off me just because she throws away her own money and keeps incurring debts she cannot handle. I knew better than to leave $100 or more in that account, but I risked it, and have now paid the price.
Anyway, it was 2:05 a.m. when I left on my walk. It was very lightly raining, so I had brought an umbrella that I was never to use.
A short distance from home I was fortunately on the opposite side of the street when I passed some derelict in a bus stop shelter who was ranting and staggering about clumsily with what appeared to be his pants below his butt and his undershorts on display, but maybe he only had on a pair of those low-riding trousers some fools think are fashionable.
I don't know what this idiot was on by way of drugs or whatever he was on, but he was still carrying on 1½ hours or more later on my return, but this time there was some more normal-looking character with him.
Anyway, early into my walk when I made my stop at the elementary school playground three or four blocks from home for a half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, I wore my thin faux-leather palmed gloves because of how wet everything was. And so 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 a pair of gymnastics-style rings in the final two sets, with the very last pull-up held at peak elevation for a 20-count.
I also did 11 slow full-range push-ups in a declined position on a cement ramp.
I think that fully clothed I had weighed in ... oh, I don't remember. Let's just say 190 pounds.
There wasn't anything else about the walk that was notable, although the light rain eventually began to get my heavy denim jacket sufficiently damp that between it and my damp gloves, I became unpleasantly chilly.
The rain did cease when I was 1¼ miles or so from returning home, but my discomfort endured. Supposedly before I left home the temperature hereabouts was 6.4° Celsius (43.52° F.), but that was unlikely to improve overnight.
I forget now when I got back, but it was before quite 4 a.m. My youngest stepson was either newly up, or else he had only recently gotten home. His older brother was to rise around 4:45 a.m. to begin readying for his 6 a.m. 12-hour shift at Tree Island Steel.
I had only conversed with the younger lad right after I had gotten home ─ I expect that he likely heard me coming into the house and took a look, not realizing that I had not been home.
My bed time escapes me, but I hope that it was before 5:30 a.m. My morning was to commence around 8:30 a.m. when I made a check of the time, and believed correctly that I could hear the T.V. on.
So I rose and soon had joined my brother who was keen enough to offer me control of the T.V. so that I could put our Android TV Box into action.
I led us off with a fairly long (1:23:33) video streamed yesterday to Rumble's Laura-Lynn Tyler Thompson channel: 🚨BREAKING! 🚨 Exposing AHS and Canada’s Healthcare Leaders with Dr. William Makis.
Dr. Willam Makis from Covid Intel joins us today and we will talk about outing some of the pedophiles at Alberta Health Services, the Alberta Government and the BC Government.
Dr. William Makis Substack: https://t.co/SBv9DfCcFx
Then it was an hour-long (59:43) video added yesterday to TuckerCarlson.com: The Tucker Carlson Encounter: Bret Weinstein.
Is the lesson of the Covid disaster that we should give its architects more power? Bret Weinstein on the WHO’s plans for you.
My brother was not to seek any bed rest ─ he was too eager to be away to meet a drinking buddy for some games of pool. And so would go his day of socializing and beering.
My wife was not yet up for the day, so I presumed that she was going to have to start work again in the latter afternoon. Since I was undergoing my Sabbath fast, I was able to smartly return to my bed around 12:10 or 12:15 p.m. for a nap.
Sleep did not quickly arrive, but eventually it settled in. Then around 3:15 - 3:20 p.m. I was awake enough to be checking the time, but I was wholly discombobulated. I had a blend of confusion ranging all the way to thinking that I was late for one of my early a.m. five-mile+ walks.
It took some work at focusing upon what was reality ─ that is, that I had somehow plunged deeply into sleep during a nap.
Concerned of my wife, I hustled up, but I was to find that she was gone. If she had anything she wanted to discuss or alert me to, it was too late.
This made me feel guilty.
So I immersed myself into blogging, and then broke for a little exercise before also breaking my fast. That is, shortly after 6 p.m. I tuned in a 2017 Christmas movie titled Christmas Connection after loading up on some gatherings for my supper that I would begin to work my way through.
I was also to follow my actually smallish meal with two cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) and the last big shot of the 750-ml bottle of Kraken Black Spiced Rum (47%) that my two stepsons had gifted me at Christmas.
Initially I was not much impressed with lead actress Brooke Burns, whom I was unfamiliar with, but whom to me resembled a younger Cheryl Hines. I have little taste for models ─ I prefer some muscularity on women's frames; and Brooke pretty much had the physique and grooming of a model.
But she was to win me over, and my heart did finally melt with her natural performance of her character. I thought that Brooke's interaction with child actor Sophie Neudorf was absolutely genuine, and that also affected me so very much in Brooke's favour ─ and in Sophie's.
So I must declare that I came to enjoy the movie and I do therefore recommend it. I would willingly watch it again ... say, next year.
And if you wish to give it a go, try this source at OK.ru.
I am feeling my bit of drink on top of my reasonably-sized supper. In fact, as I type these words mid-evening, I am markedly groggy.
That afternoon nap was not all I wanted ─ I would have remained there longer if I was not both anxious about missing out on seeing my wife, and concerned of impairing my ability to sleep upon getting to bed relatively early in the evening.
Now, I have no very early a.m. walk planned, but I do intend to set my cellphone alarm for 4 a.m., although I would not likely leave home any earlier than 5:45 a.m.
I think that I shall say no more. If my brother does not anon show up and thereby compel me to hasten to bed, I am going to watch some YouTube videos on T.V. downstairs while having an extended toothbrushing.
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