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Although I did rise at 1:30 a.m. to ready for my five-mile+ walk, and I felt reasonably well slept, somehow I neglected to bring my cellphone with me, so I do not know precisely when I left home nor when I got back. But I will venture that I had to have left by 2:30 a.m. at latest, so the walk is generally little more than two hours before I am home again.

Part of my failure related to the fact that my eldest stepson was downstairs at the dining table watching videos or movies on a laptop. We never laid eyes upon one another, and he may not even have been aware of me slipping away, but having to circumvent him throughout the readying and then the departure is always distracting.

At least I did weigh myself fully clothed, but sans jacket: approximately 185 pounds.

I was surprised at how cool it was outside ─ I had almost forgotten what the coolness of night was like.

There was some delay when I began the short, angling, closed-off alleyway beside our house that leads from the cul-de-sac we live in, out to a main avenue. I came upon a skunk there, and obviously dared not attempt to walk past the aimless creature.

I finally resorted to using my very bright Titan baton flashlight (it is also a stun gun) to keep the animal brightly illuminated until it finally decided to move on, for it was showing no interest in going anywhere ─ there are shrubbery and some blackberry brambles along parts of the alley, so it was casting about in search of whatever it might deem to be edible fare.

So that experience cost me a few minutes. I got the skunk shepherded along until it was finally able to duck beneath someone's chain-link gateway and thus be away from me.

Alas, I never got to exercise at the elementary school playground three or so blocks away when I reached that point. As I was approaching the playground, I could detect somebody seated in the dark on a sort of kids' play-fort platform, so I continued right on past the playground as if I was intentionally taking that route.

I thought that I could at least exercise on the other side of the school at the playground where the younger kids have their equipment set up, but I noticed a grey-hooded figured prowling about with a light such as might be a cellphone flashlight app.

It was all very irritating ─ this was supposed to be my time at the playground to be spent productively. I only have these early a.m. walks three nights a week, after all ─ pricks with nothing better to do can bloody choose some other time to be pointlessly loitering about in the dark, for you can be certain they were not there bothering to work out.

At least the walk otherwise was uneventful; and on my return, I had the school playground to myself. Of course, by then my 74-year-old frame had stiffened up from the walk, but I was able to limber enough that I just barely managed to match my repetitions of late in the two sets of pull-ups (7-2), two sets of chin-ups (3-3), and two sets of pull-ups on a pair of gymnastics-style rings (2-2).

I held the final pull-up on the rings for a 30-count before walking over to the nearby sloping cement ramp where I put in a dozen slow, full-range decline push-ups.

Once back home, I concluded that my wife ─ who had come home at some point while I was still in bed before my walk ─ likely had watered the front yard garden plants, so I didn't spent time doing any of that.

I was back to bed comfortably before 6 a.m.

And there I remained for 2½ hours before I rose for the morning. I was to gain possession of the T.V. because my younger brother did not emerge from his bedroom until at least 9:15 a.m.

My wife was to rise around 9:30 a.m., for she had a full workday today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time. She left us barely past 10 a.m., which is a little earlier than when she usually leaves on her full workdays.

The main video my brother and I were to watch on T.V. via our Android TV Box was Odessa Orlewicz's effort published yesterday: Full Episode Version (75 minutes) Who IS Mark Carney? This NWO Head Of The Snake May Be Replacing Trudeau/Freeland. Find Out Who He Is & The Carnage He's Done Already.

Interview: Who is Mark Carney? Find out in this episode who "Carnage Carney" is, and why it is a very very bad thing for Canadians if he is installed as PM or Finance Minister. Mainstream news is pushing for him and also saying he may be the next PM. There is a shorter 30 minute clips version of this interview on my profile as well.

Odessa's two guests were Jody Ledgerwood and Cris Vleck of TFM Report.com.

It was an excellent show, but it left me feeling almost hopeless.

Next I tuned in an 18-minute (18:17) video at YouTube's TENET MEDIA that concerned an interview with someone who was present at the rally where the attempted assassination of probable President Trump took place: Eyewitness To Attempt On Trump UNIMPRESSED With Security | Matt Christiansen.

Apparently this is the X (formerly Twitter) account of "KentPittsburgh".

We finished up with a 31-minute (31:42) video uploaded June 30, 2019, to YouTube's Talasbuan channel: Off Grid Life | Unbelievably tasty butter!

Episode thirty-nine in which we make butter, milk some sheep and explaining the timber project

My brother certainly did not have much bed rest thereafter before emerging from his bedroom and leaving for the day to socialize. I had a fairly light meal, and then sought a nap.

The day was primarily sunny and hot, so I did sun this afternoon from maybe 2:25 p.m., putting in what I think may have been over 1½ hours. In my war against tormenting flies (primarily bluebottles and greenbottles), I succeeded in swatting at least two such that they were apparently converted into 'walks' (as opposed to 'flies') that individually had to work their way afoot off into the lawn and were no longer noticeable by me.

I have no idea how long a fly can live that is no longer able to fly. They're still darned nimble; but should something like a hunting wasp come upon one, I don't expect that nimbleness is much going to matter.

Upon returning into the house, I have worked upon this post. But early into the evening I tuned in FBI: Most Wanted ─ episode six ("Patent Pending") of season four. Darned if the episode was not deeply involving.

I watched it here on my computer at this link at MoviesJoy.onl, and once it began successfully playing, it did so flawlessly through to the end, although I do suspect that one particular murder scene was scrubbed or deleted.

I enhanced my appreciation with a can each of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) and Bumper Crop Crisp Apple Cider (7% alcohol). The plan is to later make the 5.625-mile round trip hike to Real Canadian Superstore, while withdrawing some money along the way. I do not wish to leave here until well past 9 p.m. so as best to avoid the conspicuousness I otherwise present in the broad day to the throngs of Sikhs and Muslims who apparently now possess the Surrey I first moved into back in late 1956 / early 1957.

They tend to make it quite clear that I am regarded as trespassing anytime I venture forth afoot. And since I do not drive, I have no other option.

But enough for today. I must rest some, for it is only 7:58 p.m., and I need at least some eye-rest in the darkness of my bedroom before undertaking this hike.

God, I hate my life in what Surrey has become!