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It seems to me that I was sensibly to bed last evening just past 9:30 p.m., my cellphone alarm set for 1:30 a.m. to get me up for my five-mile+ walk.
Despite getting to bed that early, initially I did not feel much like getting out of bed. And when I went to use the toilet, I heard a brief spattering of rain outside the open bathroom window.
My wife's bedroom door was closed, so she had come home at some point following her full workday at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.
Just before I left on my walk, I weighed myself without my jacket (186 pounds) and with it on (just barely topping 190 pounds). It as 2:28 a.m. once I was outside and on my way.
Apart from some very isolated damp patches on the pavement, there was no sign that there had been rain. The night was almost warm and somewhat muggy.
By the time I got to the elementary school playground three or so blocks away for the usual half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, my palms had almost gotten clammy in my thin gloves. This translated into a slight grip degradation ─ by the time I had finished six pull-ups in the first set, my hold was beginning to slip or peel away.
Anyway, I performed as has become usual lately ─ six and then two pull-ups in the first two sets; three and then two chin-ups in the middle two sets; and two pull-ups in each of the final two sets using a pair of gymnastics-style rings. I went high on the rings, and held the very final pull-up for a possible 30-count.
Then it was over to a cement ramp for a dozen slow, full-range, decline push-ups.
I kept my walking pace very leisurely, for I was wearing my poorly-made AliExpress hikers. Even so, by the time I was about a mile from home on my return, I could tell that the lameness was setting in at my lower left leg and foot.
It was in full sway at about the half mile mark. And as a result, it was 4:35 a.m. once I was back home.
I never got back to bed until likely 6:10 a.m. at earliest.
My younger brother was already downstairs by the time I reluctantly rose for the morning ─ perhaps it was nearing 9 a.m. Nevertheless, I did not join him until after 9:10 a.m.
Once he gave me the go-ahead to put our Android TV Box to work, I led us off with Odessa Orlewicz's 21-minute (21:10) video from yesterday: "Why Won't Canada's Chrystia Freeland Commit To Firing The Guilty Foreign Agents Once Final Investigation Is Finished? What Could POSSIBLY Be HER Reason For THAT?"
Why does the liberal government risk seeming non-transparent, or risk showing a cover up, to what is left of their few voters that watch the CBC and SEE what is going on? Is it because the actual NAMES on that list are so bad (so high level?) that it could be even worse for them than liberal voters knowing they are hiding them? Is she or Trudeau on that list? Why won't she at least fire the ones that are 100% without a doubt shown to be guilty? Could they take her and Trudeau down with them if they are made to step down? Is she in a BIG pickle?
Then I tuned in two videos from Dr. William Makis at his Substack:
It sounds to me like Manitoba's Joss Reimer ought to be standing alongside Bonnie Henry when a people's court delivers its verdict and pronounces their probable capital punishment.
Everything you wanted to know about treating Cancer with Ivermectin but were afraid to ask your Oncologist!
COVID-19 mRNA Vaccine Induced Turbo Cancers dont respond to chemotherapy!
After that was a 27-minute (27:43) episode of ManInAmerica that had been published at BitChute earlier today: BREAKING: Saudis Officially END Petrodollar as BRICS Makes HUGE Announcement w/ Dr. Kirk Elliott.
I believe the last video we watched was actually the last half or so of a 1½-hour (1:27:08) video we broke from yesterday for want of time. It had originally been published March 15, 2022, to Rumble's America's Untold Stories channel: Who Was Jack Ruby?
Jack Ruby was an American nightclub owner who fatally shot Lee Harvey Oswald on November 24, 1963, while Oswald was in police custody. That's what taught in history but there's so much more!
This brought us to 11:30 a.m., but my brother had scheduled a visit to his barber, so off he went.
After his return, he had some very little bed rest before leaving for the day to socialize. I had become deeply involved in replying to an E-mail and never pursued a much needed nap until well after 2 p.m.
The afternoon has been sunny enough that I suppose sunning could have been possible, but I had already resigned myself to not bothering because this is a bath day and I do not have the spare time for both ─ along with the time it takes to post in two blogs.
A further reason I was resigned to not sunning is because it had begun lightly raining towards the end of my early walk, and there was to be a pretty decent soaking out there taking place while I was back in bed.
Tomorrow is predicted to be a sunny day, so that's a more attractive sunning target.
My wife had another full workday scheduled today, so she was away on her fairly long drive by 10:15 a.m., I suppose.
I never took my bath until the earliest evening; and once done, I was largely depleted.
I have meant all day long to go forth this evening on some manner of walk to free me up from an otherwise obligatory walk in the a.m. hours overnight. But with my depletion, I could either lie down in deepest repose and hope to recover.
Or I could rely upon my standby since I was 20 years old of revivification via some alcohol.
I chose the latter and resorted to T.V.'s Prodigal Son ─ episode 20 ("Like Father...") of season one ─ while ingesting a can each of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) and Bumper Crop Crisp Apple Cider (7% alcohol).
As for the episode: Wow! Wow! WOW!
My impression is that it has never been Malcolm who was under danger of inheriting his father's homicidal proclivities ─ it is his sister Ainsley, played by actress Halston Sage whom I have been drawn to since her role as the unnaturally strong alien security head or chief aboard The Orville.
Still, as Ainsley, the character may be forgiven as being driven to the extreme of protection of both herself and her brother by the diabolical rich villain. Anyone with sense understands that when self-preservation is unquestionably at stake, it is essential to unequivocally destroy the threat ─ none of this Hollywood trope of just disabling the villain only to have the killer suddenly rise up and exact evil revenge upon the guileless innocent. Destroy the bastard ─ totally and irrecoverably.
So the reasonably frail, slight young woman did just that. It was vital that the killer was completely eradicated.
Anyway ... yeah ... great episode!
And now I am going to ready and get away on my walk. I may just go to Green Timbers Liquor Store for 1½ dozen cans of Cariboo Malt.
It is 9:08 p.m.
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