Due to getting to bed later last evening that I wanted, I again felt obliged to set my cellphone alarm for 2 a.m. instead of 1:30 a.m. ─ I had felt this necessary two evenings earlier for the same reason.
However, this time I noticed that my cellphone's power indicator was almost out of red ─ i.e., the battery was almost depleted. My charging cord was downstairs in the living room, and my younger brother had come home from socializing for several hours and already had the T.V. on ─ I did not wish to engage with him because he might ask me to start playing shows we watch in common via our Android TV Box (he does not understand how to operate it, and can only watch what is made available through our basic cable T.V. package).
So I retired feeling uneasy ─ the phone might die with the surge of power required to sound the alarm, and I would not be roused to begin to ready for my intended five-mile+ walk.
My brother's arrival home was also annoyingly inconvenient because he prevented me from bidding my wife a goodnight and thanking her for her hard work over the course of the day in cleaning and cooking.
And so she never got thanked.
There came one point where I uneasily checked the time, concerned that I might have overslept, but it was only something like 12:18 a.m.
Then the same concern seized me some while later when I found that it was only something like 1:11 a.m., but I decided to get up then anyway.
Strangely, I did not feel especially ill slept.
I took my time readying for the outing, and was not set to leave my bedroom here upstairs until 2:02 a.m.
It was overcast outside, but dry. And since by the time I reached the vicinity of the elementary school three or four blocks away and still felt able, I visited its playground for some exercise.
Using an array of jungle gym monkey bars for six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, I managed four and then two pull-ups in the first two sets, three and then two chin-ups in the next two sets, and two pull-ups in each of the closing two sets of pull-ups between two of the metal bars, with the very last pull-up held for a 20-count.
Then I finished with 11 slow full-range push-ups in a declined position on a cement ramp.
I cannot recall anything of special interest during the rest of the walk, but it seems that I was gone for over two hours.
I was probably back to bed by around 5:45 a.m., remaining there until somewhere around 8:30 a.m., although I was awake for some minutes and just lying there, too sleepy to care to get up.
My brother was already watching T.V., but I did not join him until maybe 9:10 a.m., at which point he invited me to put our Android TV Box into action.
My selection was a documentary video exceeding 2¼ hours (2:19:04) that had been published on February 3 to Rumble's galacticstorm channel: The War On Children (Unlisted~ provided for War Room Patriots) Robby & Landon Starbuck.
This brought us to 11:30 a.m. at most, so at my brother's request for something short, I tuned in an episode of the old British comedy series Coupling ─ episode six ("Gotcha") of season or series two.
Afterwards, my brother sought some bed rest; I had my day's first meal and was to bed for a nap before he emerged from his bedroom to leave for the day. My wife had just gotten up, but she had not yet emerged from her bedroom.
The day has been one of light rain for the most part.
I was only in bed around an hour. With only my wife here, I soon decided to do my laundry, figuring to give the dryer a trial after my eldest stepson's belt replacement yesterday. He had apparently dried some of his laundry last evening.
Meantime, as I was seated here at my bedside computer, my non-communicative wife simply called out a goodbye from downstairs as she left at 3:15 p.m. on her rather long drive to work ─ she was putting in a partial day at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.
This almost surly brevity of hers can be hurtful.
Soon after, her eldest son ─ who had been out ─ returned home just as I was set to go downstairs to put my washed load of clothes into the dryer.
Well, I did that ... and discovered that the machine would not run. Initially it made slight ignition sounds each time I pressed the starter, but then even that ceased and it was dead silent.
So I alerted my stepson, meantime bringing my laundry here upstairs and spreading it all about my wife's and my bedrooms to hopefully dry sufficiently before she gets home from work tonight.
I only launder every four weeks or so ─ this just does not seem fair. My two stepsons as a rule seem to be running the machines every day.
I intend to have a walk (and do some shopping this evening) to free me up from having to have a walk overnight, for I want to watch some shows late this evening once my brother and I are both home ─ and of course I will be having a couple cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol). I may hike to the Save-On-Foods at Fleetwood that sells wine and cider. That entire outing will take me approximately 2½ hours, and of course I would drink one of the ciders on my way back home.
Heck, I might even drink a Cariboo Malt before leaving here, for I do not have any enthusiasm as I type these words at 6 p.m. Since the store is open until 10 p.m., I should leave here by 8:30 p.m. to have a comfortable amount of shopping time at the store.
Well, I took a short break and had that Cariboo while watching an episode of Cybill. The four streaming apps I presently use that I have downloaded into our Android TV Box were useless, so I resorted to a website to tune in the latest episode that I have in sequence ─ season three's episode 21 ("All of Me").
I had to resort to this link at UpMovies.net that played the episode flawlessly.
Alicia Witt was especially delicious in the episode ─ I adore everything about her! It's because of her that I originally decided to watch the entire series.
It's interesting to see her Zoe character infatuated with the character of Danny Masterson. Honestly, I still find myself leaning towards disbelief that the actor warrants the legal actions that may result in him serving anywhere from 30 years to life for accused rape.
I still find myself affronted by his two former friends and co-stars in the T.V. series That '70s Show who had vouched for his character, only to withdraw their support and condemn him due to their perception of career-hurting censure.
But I am getting carried away ─ I need to ready and be away on my hike.
Note that the dryer ─ according to my eldest stepson ─ may have only lacked sufficient electrical juice because he was running two appliances in the kitchen. He said that he has previously found that the kitchen seems to pose that limited electrical provision / dominance issue.
Whatever the case, I got my laundry dried.
It is approaching 8 p.m., and the rain may be more generous than it had been during the day, but I shall still go.
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