Despite being awake when my 1:30 a.m. cellphone alarm chimed last night (I had gotten to bed around 9:30 p.m. last evening), I felt well enough slept to begin readying for my walk.
My wife still seemed to be up, but she was near to finally getting some sleep. I remained behind my closed bedroom door to avoid interaction ─ I prefer focussing on ensuring my solitary walk.
By the time I was outside and set to be on my way, it was 2:35 a.m. And although there was some wet about due to late afternoon and early evening very light rain, I could see some drying on pavement.
I hadn't weighed myself, but I stopped at the elementary school playground three or four blocks distant for the usual six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups. The gymnastics-style rings were still out of use due to hooligans having wrapped their chains around the very high crossbar, so I exercised exclusively on the jungle gym monkey bars.
They had rain drops on their undersides, but otherwise they were dry. However, it had begun to very lightly spit rain again.
Notwithstanding, I had a secure barehanded grip, and opening with three pull-ups in the first set, I attained two pull-ups and chin-ups in the remaining five sets, holding that very last pull-up between two bars for a 20-count.
Then I engaged a dozen slow full-range push-ups in a declined position on a cement ramp before continuing on with my walk.
I wrote yesterday that I was considering walking the length of the Green Timbers Greenway that spans from 150th Street (Google Map) to King George Boulevard (Google Map), which must be around 1.8 miles.
However, I did not desire to invest that much time, for the King George terminus of the Greenway is itself a half mile of extra distance from the nearest boundary of my usual walking route.
So all I did was walk the Greenway from 150th Street to Fraser Highway ─ this Google Map misses the mark, but you can still see where the true intersection is.
Just in that stretch of nighttime walking ─ the Greenway has no artificial lighting ─ I spooked a couple or rabbits initially, and then something unseen farther on that shook some shrubbery; and better than halfway along, something maybe thrice the size of a rabbit was startled by me and thundered by. I never saw it directly ─ only peripherally from my right. Consequently, maybe it was larger ─ a coyote, possibly.
I had my Titan baton flashlight stun gun with me, but never did I turn on the flashlight. The overcast sky and the wet of the paved Greenway conspired to reflect enough light for me to see as well as I needed to, and for quite some distance.
Had the night been with a clear sky, none of this ambient light would have been present and I would have needed my own illumination. On such dark nights, it is not possible to see deep along the Greenway at all ─ visibility is extremely restricted.
A big concern is not just wildlife. Rather, I would not care to be meeting up with somebody walking an aggressive dog. Anyone walking a dog at that time of night would be doing so in order for the animal to run free because the owner would not expect anyone else to be out there.
As well, there is always the chance of encountering a homeless recluse who might have a hidden encampment in the forest somewhere.
Having a flashlight lit up on an extremely dark night would serve to forewarn others that I was coming so that they could secure their dog; or else in the case of someone as odd as me out there, to take evasive action to avoid me.
Anyway, it was a rather unique experience, and I was back home by 4:47 a.m. To have exceeded two hours by a dozen minutes when I had not had any delays or unplanned detours forced upon me indicates that I did indeed walk extra distance. Normally I never exceed 148th Street, so walking to 150th Street and then recovering that distance while following the Greenway added four blocks (a half mile) just in itself.
I doubt that I was to bed much worse than 6:15 a.m., but it was a considerable surprise to make my first time check later and discover that it was 10:18 a.m. ─ it is rare that I manage to gain that much more time in bed.
When I joined my younger brother for some T.V. via our Android TV Box, I led us off with a 37-minute (37:22) video posted early today to BitChute's Banned Youtube Videos channel: Tucker Carlson Network : Episode 83 - Chairman Omali Yeshitela | Tucker Carlson.
The Biden administration is trying to send an 82-year veteran to prison for life for the crime of repeating ‘Russian misinformation.’ The scariest, most important criminal case you’ve probably never heard of.
When I watch T.V. shows featuring the FBI and CIA, I know that the episodes are sheer rot ─ the two organizations may have some good men and women, but most are just automatons who will do absolutely anything their corrupt top brass orders them to do, no matter how apparently unjust.
People like that sicken me ─ I despise them. As I said to my brother in sarcasm, maybe the group got raided because they were unvaccinated ... or maybe they were selling raw milk.
I next tuned in a documentary that I had previously downloaded onto a flash or thumb drive, but midway through at most ─ it was only around 11:30 a.m. ─ my brother announced that he wanted to have some early bed rest before going out for the day.
I expect us to finish watching the documentary tomorrow morning, so I will identify it then.
My wife rose and emerged from her bedroom before I was able to seek a nap, and it was to cost me. She imposed upon me to 'loan' her $500 so that she could forward the money to her mother over in Thailand.
I warned my wife that we have some heavy annual billings coming up, the first of which is due April 2nd, but she lives in a fantasy and soundly believes that just by promising to repay the 'loan' in time to meet these billings is practically as good as actually fulfilling the promise.
So that is $1,400 of my tax refund gone for her debts, and not the household's. I am not feeling easy about this imposition by her at all.
She had to work this latter afternoon, and probably left just as I was rising from a short afternoon nap that I did not take until past 2 p.m.
The day has been overcast, and with some possible very light rain ─ I have not paid much heed.
This was a bath day, so early this evening after I stripped down for it, at very most I weighed 174 pounds nude ─ maybe even as little as 173. My Sabbath fast will be ending once it gets dark.
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And so it did ─ I began to eat at 8 p.m. while watching an episode of FBI (despite my earlier censure). The episode was season five's episode 19 ("Sins of the Past"). Sure, I enjoyed it ... but that's what fantasy is for.
I won't be rising too early overnight ─ I'll have my cellphone alarm set for 4 a.m. ─ and the plan will be to get away by 6 a.m. on a walk that will also involve some grocery shopping.
I will be avoiding my brother this evening when he gets home. And my wife ... well, she spends her free weekend time somewhere in Vancouver, so I am not expecting her back after she finishes work this evening.
My, ain't my life just jolly?
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