More Road Kill

Due to getting to bed too near to 10 p.m. last evening, I set my cellphone alarm for 1:45 a.m. instead of 1:30 a.m., niggling though that difference might seem.

I rose, and a handful of minutes later I could suddenly hear it raining hard outside. There would be no stopping for exercise at the elementary school playground early into my five-mile+ walk.

This bums me! Yes, it had rained very lightly yesterday until about midday, but it eventually became sunny and everything dried out. I only have three early a.m. opportunities per week anymore for that exercising, and now I was robbed of even one of those.

At least the rain did settle down before I left here at 2:48 a.m. In fact, it had basically stopped raining, and never really began again until I was a half mile or so from home. But even then, at worst it was a light and very fine spray.

I packed along my umbrella, but never needed it.

Yes, I could have done some token exercising in my gloves, but I do not care to have them get wet. After all, sometimes I do take my Titan baton flashlight stun gun from my tote bag and carry it when I am moving through any unilluminated portions of my walk, and I would prefer to be holding the Titan with a dry glove.

I was to eventually get my glove pretty much drenched when I was better than halfway through my walk. This occurred when I performed some mercy for the intact carcass of a road-killed raccoon by taking it by its sopping wet tail and toting it to the Green Timbers Urban Forested side of 148th Street (Google Map) ─ I was following that street from 100th Avenue to 96th Avenue.

I am so damned fed up with nighttime speeders taking advantage of barely trafficked streets and avenues. Two nights earlier I did a similar action for a hapless mallard duck some speeding idiot obviously smashed into.

Anyway, I was back home by 4:40 a.m.

My eldest stepson is doing a three-day stretch of 12-hour day shifts spanning 6 a.m. to 6 p.m., so I secluded myself into my bedroom because he generally rises by 5 a.m. on such days.

Note that my wife had gotten home last evening from her latter half day working at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, but I was probably sleeping and did not hear her.

She apparently had to work a full day today, so she was away just past 10 a.m.

But returning to my early account, I think that it was approaching 6:15 a.m. before I got back to bed. I cannot now recall surely, but it was possibly at least 9:30 a.m. when I later was to check the time ─ it may even have been 9:45 a.m. or later. Just as I was about to exit my bedroom to join my brother, my wife opened her bedroom door, getting set to have a very short shower.

My younger brother and I were to only have time for one video ─ Odessa Orlewicz's 1½-hour (1:34:43) effort published yesterday: SMART Cities: Interview With The Lawyer That STOPPED Digital ID Requirements IN Los Angeles.

SMART Cities: Interview With The Lawyer That STOPPED Digital ID Requirements IN Los Angeles. Learn how he did it, and start asking lawyers in your city to do the same thing using similar resources that may exist. Communities must come together to initiate this, while also trying to stop S.M.A.R.T cities completely. During our interview he explains the surveillance technologies & hidden agenda under the SMART name. Please share widely.

The lawyer's name is Greg Glaser. And yes, it was a very good interview. Greg seems unnaturally likeable for a lawyer.

It was not yet noon, but my brother opted for a little bed rest before heading off to socialize. And even though I was on my Sabbath fast, I had still not sought my early afternoon nap when he left.

It seems to me that I had just managed to fall into some sleep when I was roused conscious by three raps on my bedroom door ─ I had been home alone.

Well, it turned out that this was a Saturday in which my brother's girlfriend Bev had to make a bi-weekly Employment Insurance report online. He must have not earlier realized, but apparently (according to my cellphone) he phoned me at 2:21 p.m. However, I tend not to keep my cellphone in my bedroom if I am not needing its alarm, for I sleep poorly and do not want to be disturbed with calls or text pings.

The chore was short ─ probably less than five minutes. And then they were soon away, and I returned back to bed.

I was to be there until 5 p.m.! My Sabbath fasts ─ and the accompanying caffeine abstention ─ find me weak and listless, so I seem to need more sleep than usual. Nevertheless, sleeping also uses up time that I would otherwise be experiencing in a state of hunger and brain fog, and I sure do appreciate that assist in getting through the day.

Just ahead of 6 p.m. I had myself a totally nude weigh-in, and registered at very most 177 pounds. I just wish that I could rid myself of the superfluous padding about my midsection ─ I would like to sometimes get some upper body Sun exposure if ever I am out walking in some secluded spots come warmer, sunny days. 

By the way, it seems to have very lightly rained all day.

I broke my fast beginning at 9 p.m. while enjoying an episode of FBI ─ episode 20 ("Sisterhood" ) of season five. I must say, I thought that guest actress Adrienne Rose Bengtsson was exceptional as Erin Bell, FBI agent Maggie Bell's civilian and former drug addict younger sister.

I had a can of Cariboo Malt with me to drink, but I never opened it.