The Silver Bullet

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Oh, how I slept poorly last evening!

I am hoping that I was to bed no later than 9:30 p.m., and with my cellphone alarm set for 1:30 a.m. to get me up to ready for a five-mile+ walk.

I kept having wakeful periods that would find me attempting to achieve a comfortable or sleep-encouraging position in bed. At one point I began to suspect that maybe my cellphone had failed, and the time was well beyond 1:30 a.m.

So I sat up and checked ... but it was only something like 12:08 a.m. This was nearly startling, for it seemed that I had experienced recurring periods of wakefulness ─ too many to fit into that time frame.

Finally, 1:30 a.m. arrived, and I rose.

Although my wife had come home from work and gone to bed, I could tell that her eldest son was still up, so possibly the younger lad was as well.

I got to use the toilet upon first rising, but it was to be unavailable soon thereafter ─ my eldest stepson was likely the culprit who decided to inhabit the facilities.

I had meant to weigh myself after I was fully dressed and set to leave ─ and have a parting pee ─ but of course these were not to be.

It was 2:15 a.m. once I was outside and on my way under an overcast sky, but dry conditions.

When I stopped at the elementary school playground for a half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups early into my walk, the equipment was dry. I was actually feeling reasonably well rested.

Perhaps as a result, I managed four and then two pull-ups in the first two sets; three and then two chin-ups in the second two sets; and a pair of pull-ups in each of the two sets performed between a pair of gymnastics-style rings. The very final pull-up on the rings was held at full elevation for a 20-count (slightly over, actually).

Then I had 11 slow full-range push-ups in a declined posture on a cement ramp.

Where the pull-ups and chin-ups are concerned, I want to explain that I descend to a lat-flaring hang where I 'relax' for a couple or so seconds before rallying and performing the next repetition ─ this is not a game to rack up numbers with fast and partially performed movements.

Ditto for the push-ups ─ I lower myself until I am just barely brushing thighs, hips, lower rib cage, and chin to the concrete before measuredly pushing myself back up to a locked elbows position.

As for the walk afterwards, I was to lose time. About a mile from home I felt myself obliged to make a small backtrack in order to avoid a pair of people who were coming my way. I could not cross the street to avoid them because there were three or four people gathered over there.

I have been forgetting to mention that in behind the Surrey Nature Centre there is a small pool of water ─ I could probably jump cross it ─ where I have been hearing what sounds to be a chorus of as many as a couple dozen frogs doing their thing during the last three of four walks I have had. I have also heard them distantly at Green Timbers Lake, but they were silent at that location last night.

I was to lose some more time once I was within a mile of reaching home ─ my right bootlace inexplicably broke at the very base of the tongue, and it got to the point where I had to step each step with that boot cautiously, or I was at risk of the boot slipping off my foot.

The boots are basically ankle length ─ or more correctly, they do rise above my ankles somewhat. But this one was ready to just kick right off with the slightest gesture of my lower leg.

And so it was 4:18 a.m. by the time I was back home. And it was probably pretty close to 5:30 a.m. by the time I was back into bed.

I slept a little, but soon after 8 a.m. I was awake and too uneasy about rising well before 9 a.m. to be able to find the peace for any further sleep. Yet I was so short on ─ and in need of ─ sleep that I could barely force myself up around 8:45 a.m.

I never did feel adequately slept today, even after a short early afternoon nap. Of course, I am undergoing a Sabbath fast that involves abstinence from even black coffee, so I have that double withdrawal whammy at work.

But back to the mid-morning, I joined my younger brother around 9:20 a.m. for some T.V. via our Android TV Box, and I led us off with the remainder of a video we had left from yesterday (Rumble's A Warrior Calls channel).

Then I tuned in a 50-minute (50:37) video that had been uploaded back on June 4, 2016, to YouTube's Real Stories channel: The Bigamist Bride: My Five Husbands (Polyandry Documentary) | Real Stories.

At the age of 30 Emily Horne has been married five times - but she never bothered to get divorced. In her wake she’s left a string of confused husbands and lovers. She’s worked in the porn industry and as an ’escort’. She’s served one jail sentence for bigamy.

The woman is clearly immoral, and has a ludicrous need for ongoing validation from men, even though she is incapable of loyalty. If not for the fact that she did not bilk any of these men as far as I can tell, I would wish her extensive incarceration. She was doing this for emotional reasons and not for some sort of predatory financial gain.

After that I tuned in a 33-minute (33:48) video streamed two days ago to Rumble's Man in America channel: The Silver Bullet for Election Fraud w/ Dr. Naomi Wolf.

Read and share the election law: https://dailyclout.io/election-transparency-accountability-and-inclusion-act-model-law-dailyclout-and-american-voters-alliance/

Not being American, the content was only marginally interesting, since the remedy cannot easily translate into something that can be effective here in Canada.

I capped the morning viewing with an episode of The Conners ─ episode two ("Scenes from Two Marriages: The Parrot Doth Protest Too Much") of season five. It actually provided some pretty good laughs.

My brother thereafter retired to his bedroom for some rest, whereas I was initially trapped because my wife had risen during the episode. However, when she was occupied at the dining table watching videos on her smartphone, I took my opportunity and let her know I was off for a nap.

I do not believe that it was much past 12:30 p.m. And even though I was abed until fairly early past 2 p.m., I did not feel at all adequately slept. I had to compel myself to get up, recalling that yesterday I had napped away all the time that my wife was both up and still at home, for she had to work in the latter afternoon then just as she had to do today.

The main hindrance in delaying my nap today was that I got involved replacing a flash or thumb drive into our Android TV Box that was not registering as being present. I think that the thumb drive is at least 16 gigabytes, and is thus my most spacious for downloads of videos and movies that I want my brother and I to watch on T.V.

Well, at one point I was struggling to withdraw the drive from the port when I pulled off its shell and the guts of the darned thing was still inserted into the port.

I did manage to extricate it, and eventually got the shell essentially back as it was, but it is very insecure. I had withdrawn it because I wanted to see if it would register on a laptop and my bedside computer.

It was registering, but now I was getting a notice to the effect that the “file or directory is corrupted and unreadable”. I did some research, and came upon this impossibly long direction for remedying a situation like this.

There was no way that I was going to spend the next few hours farting around with that lengthy menu, so I looked it over and decided that I would try step #8:

Run a Command Line Check Disk (CHKDSK) Scan

If you are still getting the “file or directory is corrupted and unreadable” error when you try to open an external hard drive, there’s a chance the drive has a bad sector. In this case, you should run the CHKDSK command.

In the Start menu search bar, search for command prompt and select Run as administrator. Then, type chkdsk x: /f /r and press Enter. Remember to replace x with your drive letter.

Windows will now scan the drive and look for any bad sectors, directory errors, lost clusters, and recover data if necessary.

It did take a fair amount of time, but the scan actually did repair whatever was amiss and the drive's contents could now be accessed.

I carefully extracted it from my computer and took the drive downstairs to the Android TV Box. Upon inserting it into the port, there was initially nothing, but then it appeared, and all files were revealed.

I am going to have to be exceptionally careful with that thumb drive hereafter.

It was probably around 3:10 p.m. when my wife left on her fairly long drive to the Thai restaurant. I am not expecting her back tonight.

Her departure left me home alone, and it is still so as I type these words at 8:07 p.m.

The day has had some light rain ─ whether throughout or just sporadically, I do not know. I think the latter.

This has been a bath day, so since I was fasting, I weighed myself upon stripping down around 5 p.m. ─ I was approximately 175 pounds naked.

I later broke my fast around 6:30 p.m. ─ a small pot of soup I made by combining three leftover dishes of my wife's, as well as having a piece of fried chicken that had been in the fridge for at least a couple of days.

The meal has been overmuch ─ I was distinctly uncomfortable before even finishing it. Now I have no ability to drink a beer, so I am not going to watch any T.V.

I will be going on a 5.625-mile round trip hike in the morning to do some light grocery shopping, endeavouring to leave here around 6 a.m. Consequently, I intend to rise at 4 a.m. to ease myself into that venture, and will have a hot mug of instant coffee with the works ─ I am longing for it now!

Hot baths drain me, and that overfilling meal has only made my condition worse. I am struggling to refrain from going to bed. As wonderful as that would initially be where sleep is concerned ... even if I went to bed at 9 p.m., there is little hope that I will sleep or even remain comfortable in bed for the ensuing seven hours.

I honestly do not quite know what to do ─ maybe just watch some random YouTube videos on T.V. to expend some reasonable time?

Yes, I will give that a shot.