Folly in the Making

Due to not making it to bed last evening until 10 p.m., I set my cellphone alarm back a half hour to 2 a.m. (as opposed to 1:30 a.m.), which proved perfectly acceptable ─ although the alarm did pull me from unconsciousness.

I prize sleep, so this was unfortunate. But the alternative would have been that I was not sleeping, and that is hardly a welcome state four hours after getting to bed.

I saw that my wife had finally come home, for her bedroom door was pulled tight. However, nobody in the house but me was up at this point.

It was 2:35 a.m. once I was outside and on my way under an overcast sky, and it was quite cool.

I had weighed around 188 pounds fully clothed, so I knew what I would be handling when I stopped at the fairly nearby elementary school playground where all of the equipment was perfectly dry.

My performance was unspectacular; but then, I now lower myself to a full hang and release all muscular tension ─ except for whatever is required to maintain a grip ─ before rallying and hauling myself up for a pull-up or chin-up.

And so I only managed three and then two pull-ups in the first two sets; the same numbers for the next two sets of chin-ups; and just a poor pair of pull-ups in both sets using a pair of gymnastics-style rings. I held the very last mostly attained pull-up for an arduous 20-count before moving over to the cement ramp where I only attained 11 slow full-range push-ups in a declined position.

Thereafter, about a mile from home, I deposited an $818.40 cheque from my younger brother comprising both his monthly expenses reconciliation and his 25% share of the annual utilities that I paid online on Tuesday the 4th.

Maybe a little better than a half mile after that, it began raining ever so lightly. I never even put away my blue-light blocking glasses after I had donned them. This ultra-fine sparse rain probably was only in effect for less than 10 minutes.

I was wearing the inferior no-name AliExpress hikers I bought maybe last Summer, so I did not push my pace. And even though I had no real interferences with my walk, it was 4:38 a.m. or so by the time I was back home.

In other words, not great time, but the ATM visit did add to the outing. I was at least fortunate in arriving in its vicinity just in time to see a Brinks truck set to leave after having serviced the machine by doing whatever these people do.

I cannot recall if I was back to bed by 6 a.m. or not, but later I found myself newly awake around 7:05 a.m. at which time I took a bathroom break. I hoped after that to manage at least another hour in bed with some sleep, but it was entirely unexpected to later check the time and see that it was 9:25 a.m.

How did that happen?!

I quickly enough rose, dressed, and soon joined my younger brother downstairs for some T.V. He was swift to invite me to put our Android TV Box into play.

We only watched one video ─ the darned thing was nearly three hours (2:50:17) and had been streamed April 1st on Rumble's TheLastAmericanVagabond channel: Horrific Israeli Massacre Of Civilians Exposed At Al-Shifa & Israel Attacks Iranian Embassy in Syria.

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Ryan Cristian is as bad in his own way as is Australian Max Igan ─ neither seems to want to wind up their show. For my part, I could never be a subscriber attempting to watch every new video these two put out ─ I would have little time for anything else. And both of these guys would soon become too tedious for me to maintain regularity with them.

Evidently my brother was going to later be heading out to bus away and rendezvous with one or two of his drinking buddies at a neighbourhood pub, so he sought bed rest after the video (i.e., early into the noon hour). I had a meal, and was to bed for a nap before my wife had yet emerged from her bedroom.

When I later rose, my brother was gone for the day, and my wife risen.

I did not expect that she would be having the whole day off work, but it proved to be so.

This was a scheduled bath day, so I took care of that chore in the late afternoon. There had been some morning sunshine, but the afternoon was given over to overcast skies.

I am going to quit this post abruptly; the plan is to have an evening five-mile+ or some equivalent walk so that I can sit up this evening and watch with my brother some of our shows once we are both home.

And I will have two or three Cariboo Malts, of course.

I regrettably find myself feeling rather randy ─ this in no way bodes at all well. But enough ─ it is working towards 8 p.m., and I would like to be on my way within the next half hour.