Due to not making it to bed last evening until too near 10 p.m., I set my cellphone alarm for 2 a.m. to get me up to ready for my five-mile+ walk.
By the time I was dressed to go, I weighed in at 189 / 190 pounds; and it was 2:29 / 2:30 a.m. once I was outside and on my way.
The sky was covered with cloud, but there were streaks of beginning clearance. However, everything was wet from what had pretty much been a day-long light rain.
Perhaps initially it was due to my perception that I was getting away later than I preferred, but by the time I was in the vicinity of the nearby elementary school where I sometimes exercise, my resolve left me. As well, I was put off by the prospect of having to wipe dry the equipment I would need to use.
I did not much like myself for this prevarication.
However, after I was about a mile from home, I suddenly realized that I was utterly 'bagged' or 'wiped out' ─ I could scarcely believe how drained I felt. And from that point my pace was practically a plodding gait marked with frequent staggering from uncertain balance.
I did not feel especially weary when I rose at 2 a.m., so this was perplexing. Yet I was never to work myself out of this state of depletion; and it was 4:30 a.m. by the time I was back home.
Incidentally, the ends of my longest toes were afire due to a nail-clipping they had undergone when I was having my bath early the yesterday evening. Apparently clipping the nails as short as I had and then having my toes pushed up against the inside ends of my boots was aggravating for them.
The boots are very old, though ─ probably over two decades; and possibly I may even have acquired them in the latter 1990s, but I am unsure.
I want to get out this evening and make a long beer hike, so I am hoping that wearing a pair of boots that are only a few months old will prove less damaging to those irritated toes.
Anyway, I was back to bed this morning ahead of 6 a.m., and I arose anew maybe just past 8 a.m.
My younger brother never emerged from his bedroom until after 9:30 a.m., by which time I had two videos set up to play on T.V. via our Android TV Box.
The first was 17 minutes (17:25) and had been uploaded on March 9 to YouTube's The Grapest channel: 20 Creepiest Things Caught on Trail Cameras.
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I was not keeping count, but possibly only half of the clips related to "trail cams".
I knew that we would never finish the second video, for it was nearly 2¾ hours (2:43:55). It had been streamed April 7 on Rumble's TheLastAmericanVagabond channel: Israel Was Involved In The Rwandan Genocide.
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My brother bowed out just past 11:40 a.m. in favour of bed rest this rather sunny but chilly day, at which point the video was not quite 1½ hours seen. I had been drifting due to sleepiness and wandering attention, so I was actually perfectly fine with his choice ─ I didn't even keep it playing to the 1½ hour mark before shutting it down and fixing up my day's first meal.
I find that host Ryan Cristian talks so damned fast that I have great trouble focussing on what he's saying ─ mostly his speech just flies past me undiscerned. I gave the video a 'thumbs up' only because of the work he put into it, and not because it had me anything like even remotely rivetted.
Anyway, I had still not sought my own nap before my brother emerged from his bedroom to leave for the day, and it was around 1:30 p.m. when I did get to bed. Even so, I only managed to crash for a short while and rose about an hour later.
I wanted to be on my way for the beer by 7 p.m. because our government liquor stores hereabouts all close at 9 p.m., and I would want to make at least a five-mile round trip out of the trek. However, it is just about 7 p.m. now and so damned sunny outside ─ some young South Asian men are kicking a ball about in the cul-de-sac I live in ─ that I cannot countenance venturing anywhere.
As much as it pains me, I may have to wait until nearer dark and visit a private liquor store ─ 40 years ago we called them 'beer & wine stores' ─ but I hate paying extra due to their somewhat higher prices for the brand I am after.
I do not feel energetic nor enthusiastic, so perhaps I will bring this post to a close and lie down in the hope of finding some restoration. I may yet have to quaff a beer in order to artificially enhance my bravado, but I hope not.
It is 7:12 p.m.
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