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Wilful failure took hold after yesterday's post, and I was not to be getting to bed until a little past 10:30 p.m., if I am remembering correctly. So my cellphone alarm was set for 2 a.m. to get me up for my five-mile walk.
Fortunately when that time arrived, I did not feel any more illy slept than is usual. And the house was in darkness, even though my wife had come home at some point during my time in bed, for the door to her bedroom was closed.
Once I was finally set to leave, my fully clothed body weight without a jacket was 181 to 182 pounds. And it was 2:43 a.m. once I was outside and on my way.
I had my stop three or so blocks away at the elementary school playground where I comfortably matched my repetitions in the six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups that I tackle there: 7-2-3-3-2-2. And the very final pull-up that was performed on a pair of gymnastics-style rings was held for a 30-count.
Even the dozen slow, full-range decline push-ups thereafter on a cement ramp were comfortably enough attained.
Yet later I was to find myself feeling quite bagged ─ perhaps I should have had better hydration, for there was always a touch of dampness to my face from the night's heat-induced perspiration.
It was 4:43 a.m. by the time I was back home; apparently avoiding Charles "Stickman" McCarthy's haunt is reducing my walking distance by three to five minutes. It was definitely a more boring walk, since it entailed both sides of 100th Avenue for a little better than the stretch from 140th to 148th Streets (Google Map).
I may find that I cannot maintain such a two-mile sameness walk after walk.
Anyway, once I was back home, I kept a promise to my wife and I remained outside a while to water front yard garden plants. Meantime, my eldest stepson was to rise to begin readying for his 12-hour day shift set to begin at 6 a.m.
We never saw one another, however, for I came directly upstairs and shut myself into my bedroom.
I forget now when I ultimately got back to bed, but it was probably beyond 6:10 a.m.
Later, I thought that it was around 8:15 a.m. when I checked the time, but was far too disinclined to rise. So I lay there weakly until eventually I was certain that my younger brother was watching T.V.
He was, but it was almost 10 a.m. ─ it did not seem possible that I had lain upon my back for so long without actively pursuing sleep.
By the time I went downstairs and joined him, he was involved in a show that he remained with until nearly 10:30 a.m. before turning the T.V. over to me so that I could put our Android TV Box to work.
My selection was a 51-minute (51:26) video published July 17 at Rumble's Canadian Citizens for Charter Rights and Freedoms channel: C3RF "In Hot" interview with Pastor Artur Pawlowski.
Major Russ Cooper (Ret'd) discusses the state of Canadian individual rights and freedoms with Canada's most fearless paster, Artur Pawlowski. How is it that state-sanctioned harassment, intimidation, jailing and even torture have failed to bow the head of this lion of the Christian faith - even as his message of hope resonates around the globe? Strap in for a special and inspirational flight over a Canada that is headed back to the Charter!
We were to watch nothing more, for by 11:30 a.m. my brother was set to return to his bedroom for further bed rest before he left early in the afternoon to socialize. Since I am undergoing a weekly Sabbath fast, I had returned to my bed for a nap by the time he left.
My wife had a full workday today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, so after she rose and showered, she basically only came downstairs to leave around 10:30 a.m. for her longish drive to work this hot, sunny day.
I took advantage and sunned in the afternoon, slightly exceeding the span of time from 2:18 - 3:55 p.m. In other words, considerably over 1½ hours.
Perhaps a mug of black instant coffee afterwards failed to properly replenish my lost fluids, for I fast became too enfeebled to care to attempt starting this blog post, and I wound up having to lie in darkness here in my bedroom until at least 6:40 p.m.
I then went to the bathroom to strip down for a naked weigh-in, but it seems to me that I ought to have been lighter than the 174 pounds that displayed.
Now, something else I am dealing with.
After I got back from my walk in the wee a.m., I noticed a cheque lying on the floor by the coffee table where I normally sit to watch T.V. I figured that my brother had left it for me last night, and that the ceiling fan had blown it off the coffee table without him noticing.
It was made out for $284.12.
He normally writes me out a monthly cheque to reconcile certain expenses, but we are not yet at month's end. I can but conclude that he must have been doing some drunk accounting last night ─ he tends to do more drunk bookkeeping than is sensible.
So here is the dilemma facing me: He wrote out a cheque for that same amount early in the month that I deposited on July 7.
Clearly, last night in his drunkenness he must have seized upon having failed to already render me the payment.
I am actually in some present need of this bit of largesse.
Yes, the honest thing would be to not keep silent about the payment and nor deposit it.
However, I believe that it was last August that my brother failed to make a usual monthly payment, and I kept silent about his failure. And he never did pay anything for the month.
The cheque is a little larger than might have applied to last August ─ possibly near $100 more.
He really ought not to be doing his accounting when he's plastered!
What I believe I will do is deposit the payment because I do need it. But once this specific need is over and I have passed out of this bit of an emergency, I will bring the dual payment to his notice ─ and also point out his remission of last Summer.
I would do this in a morning when he is sober.
He could then verify that he never did write a cheque back then, although he would not now have the figures for the expenses he would have accounted for. But at least he would know, and we could together decide how to proceed concerning his duplicated payment to me this month.
I passed the mid-evening watching some videos until my brother returned home shortly after 9:30 p.m. That sent me upstairs here to my bedroom with the fare intended as my supper. I plan to be getting up at 4 a.m., so I do not wish to become entangled with him for a late evening.
I ate that supper a little earlier than I would otherwise have done ─ it remains daylight for so wretchedly long. I broke my fast knowing that had my brother not come home, I would have easily enough endured until after dark. But shut up here in my bedroom, prolonging my fast seemed senseless. Better I eat to free me up to get to bed earlier than would otherwise be possible.
I hope to be away by 6 a.m. on the morrow for a grocery shopping hike, but I have not yet decided which store. Since it is now 10:45 p.m., I am closing off this post.
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