This post will be 'bare bones'. I finally got around to working out and then NETFILing the 2023 tax returns for my wife and I, and the time taken exhausted any I had for liberal blogging ─ heck, it's almost 10:30 p.m. at present!
I did take an early evening halt to break my Sabbath fast around 7:30 p.m., watching an episode of Black Lightning ─ episode 12 ("The Book of Markovia: Chapter Three: Motherless ID") of season three.
I had my wee a.m. five-mile+ walk last night, rising at 2 a.m. to ready for it. By the time I left, it was 2:40 a.m., and I had no inclination whatsoever to stop for any exercise at the nearby elementary school playground ─ I felt lacking.
Without that stop ─ even though I might have done well, weighing possibly as low as 187 pounds fully dressed ─ I made decent time and was back home at 4:28 a.m.
My wife had come home from work last evening after I had gone to bed (we have separate bedrooms so we had no contact). Today was to be her third consecutive partial workday in which she would commence work at the Thai restaurant in the latter afternoon.
As for morning T.V. with my younger brother, beginning around 9:30 a.m. I used our Android TV Box to tune in the episode added yesterday to Rumble's A Warrior Calls channel: Maggots Maggots...Everywhere!
My brother left around 10:10 a.m. during the video to go and pick up his girlfriend Bev to drive her to work, directing me to just let the video play instead of pausing it until his return ─ he is weary of Christopher James's constant braggadocio concerning how all of our trespassers are going to hang, for it is never going to happen. I get pretty darned tired of hearing it all the time, too.
Anyway, I was too weak from my caffeine withdrawal (due to my Sabbath fast) to care to undertake any backyard tool shed exercise within the 20 minutes my brother was away.
Then it was on to a 59-minute (59:09) video uploaded back on June 5, 2016, to YouTube's Real Stories channel: Oil or Nothing: BP's $30 Billion Blowout (Investigative Documentary) | Real Stories.
The epic quest for oil, money and power has shaped the modern world – and the intrigue, deal-making and human drama behind it remains as influential as it is largely unknown.
After that it was a half-hour (29:24) addition from January 19 last year (2023) added to Rumble's The Why Files channel: Apollo 20: The Secret Mission to the Moon to Salvage an Ancient Alien Spacecraft.
Apollo 20: The Secret Mission to the Moon to Salvage an Ancient Alien Spacecraft
The Apollo spaceflight program lasted from 1961 to 1972.
Apollo 11 was Neil Armstrong's famous first step. Apollo 17 was the last manned mission to the moon.
In all, 20 Apollo flights were planned but Apollo 18, 19 and 20 were canceled.
But in 2007, a retired astronaut blew the whistle and claimed Apollo 18, 19 and 20 *did* happen. But they were highly classified. He knows this because was the commander of Apollo 20.
He said the reason these missions were kept secret is because of what they found on the moon.
Well, not just *what* they found -- also *who* they found.
We finished up with an episode of W1A ─ episode four of season or series three.
My wife had risen and come downstairs prior to W1A. And when it finished and my brother returned to his bedroom for some bed rest before heading off for the day, my wife was busy in the kitchen, so I just quietly returned to my own bedroom for a needed nap ... and to escape hunger and the caffeine withdrawal.
I know that it was into the latter half of the noon hour when I got back to bed, but instead of rising after I napped in one position, I changed over for another bout of napping. And when I awoke from that and rose to check the time, I found it to be 3:29 p.m.
I had napped away my wife's afternoon home time. In fact, I stumbled groggily / stiffly down the stairs and saw what I believed was her car still out in the driveway, and I had thought that I heard her sneeze from another room as I was coming down the stairs.
But in casually looking about, I concluded that maybe the car was her eldest son's ─ both vehicles are grey. Then as I came back to ascend the stairs to my bedroom where I keep this computer bedside, I noticed that the car I had seen was gone.
So it is possible that my wife had just left the house when I was about to leave my bedroom; and had I actually opened the front door, I might at least have been able to bid her goodbye.
This does bother me with some guilt, for I do not expect her back until after the weekend.
I only have two further items to report.
First, my Edmonton cousin Doug E-mailed me yesterday that his sister Linda had died around noon that day. He had recently learned that she had pancreatic cancer.
The second item is less significant. Just prior to breaking my fast this early evening, my naked weigh-in was a registry of ─ at very most ─ 175 pounds.
Okay, it is after 11:30 p.m. My overnight plan is to be getting up at 4 a.m., for I want to head out no later than 6 a.m. to have a walk and do some grocery shopping.
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