Always the Wallflower

For once I felt unusually good upon rising for an early a.m. five-mile+ walk ─ and I had even risen at 1:30 a.m., for I had managed to get to bed just ahead of 9:30 p.m. Actually, I got up at 1:32 a.m. ─ I had failed to recognize my cellphone alarm until then.

I had been dreaming. Another chap and I ─ we seemed in military fatigues, and had driven in a military vehicle to either a targeted house or else a small apartment building where a certain woman lived who had something on the premises that we were to appropriate clandestinely.

We watched until we saw her leave, and then we performed our mission successfully, but in coming down some outside stairs we were illuminated by the lights of her vehicle deliberately spotlighting us.

I guess the mission had been to get whatever we were after without her knowing who had burgled her place and taken the item, so that secrecy jig was up.

We got to our vehicle and were driving safely away at a goodly speed when my cellphone began ringing. It was a woman we knew, according to the screen identifying the caller. It may have been a woman different from the one we had burgled, and who was checking up on us because we had performed the task much later than anticipated.

Debating if I should take the call, my companion said to just cancel it ─ answering would serve no useful purpose.

So I did supposedly cancel or end the call ... but I was a little perplexed because my cellphone continued to ring familiarly.

And then my consciousness took over and I realized with a start of recognition that I was hearing my cellphone's alarm summoning me to get up to ready for my walk.

So that was unusual.

I rose ... and then almost immediately could hear it starting to rain outside. Bugger! What about my planned usual stop three or so blocks away at the elementary school playground for a half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, and a set of full-range decline push-ups on a cement ramp?

Both of my stepsons were still up, but I likely slipped away unnoticed after I was ready and left. By then the rain had seemed to cease. I had weighed myself fully clothed (sans jacket) and could scarcely believe that I registered just a shade over 180 pounds. This almost made no sense, and I had to deliberately or consciously interpret the analogue scale because I have never in anything like recent memory weighed so little while fully dressed and thus the scale reading was ... well, nearly incomprehensible.

Once I was outside the newly locked front door and ready to set off, the time was only 1:54 a.m. It had only taken me a dozen minutes from the time I rose to get myself dressed and weighed and to be on my way, yet I still felt reasonably good.

The rain had indeed stopped. It must only have been ill luck ─ a passing rainstorm occurred just in time to get everything wet.

I did consider bypassing the school and instead stopping in on my return in case it was necessary to use my gloves, but by then I am stiffened and lacking. So I chanced things.

I found the equipment to of course be wet, but only horizontal bars and such ─ vertical support structures were entirely dry. There was not even condensation. It was almost as if this rainstorm was designed to thwart me specifically.

Regardless, I took out a bandana I tend to keep in my back right pants pocket, and I got a bar wiped entirely dry.

To my goodly surprise, I felt quite limber and as a consequence was able to match my recent opening set maximum of pull-ups, although I used much swaying, leg movement, and heaving as might be required: 8-2-3-3-2-2.

The middle two sets are chin-ups, and the final two sets are pull-ups between a pair of gymnastics-style rings ─ I held the final of those at highest level for a 35-count (I counted to 40 just to be sure I was not rushing the count).

Then I beat my recent high of a baker's dozen full-range decline push-ups by eking out 14 of them.

Other than that, my walk was nothing unusual. I did notice some speckling of rain later on, but it was insignificant, and I was home by 3:57 a.m.

I think that I managed to remain up until nearly 6 a.m. before getting back to bed for a little further sleep, rising again in the neighbourhood of 8:15 - 8:20 a.m.

My younger brother emerged from his bedroom soon thereafter, but I waited until towards 9 a.m. before going downstairs to have coffee and join him for some T.V. There may have been some rain meantime, and the morning remained overcast.

My wife had a full workday scheduled for the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, so she rose around 9:30 a.m. or soon after, and was away on her fairly long drive not too very long after 10 a.m.

As for morning T.V. with my brother, at his invitation I put our Android TV Box to work and first tuned in a 47-minute video published two days ago at a Substack of Dr. Mark Trozzi: Wins of the Week Ep34 with Ted Kuntz.

Ted and I are grateful that you have joined us once again to celebrate the wide range of victories across the truth and freedom movement. Today’s video is filled with laughter as we honor many heroes, celebrate wins in politics, law, science, truth-telling, and citizen action, and mock the various psychopaths and idiots who are pushing old lies or futilely trying to rebrand themselves to escape justice.

We've watched very short two-to-four-minute clips of these "Wins of the Week", but I was never impressed with them in the least. Now that we have watched a complete video, I am considering watching them regularly. I posted this one to my Facebook.

I next tuned in a 39-minute video published August 13 at Rumble's C3RF channel: C3RF "In Hot" interview with Maggie Hope Braun.

Major Russ Cooper (Ret'd) conducts a barnstormer discussion with Maggie Hope Braun, the disruptor of globalist attempts to subvert your representative democracy at the municipal level. Given the knowledge and experiences she dispenses, will you ever again allow yourself to be guilted into giving up your political power in the name of saving the planet?

After that, it was over to BitChute's Banned YouTube Videos channel for whatever was latest there.

We were to first watch an 18-minute (18:47) video published yesterday: Youtube CENSORS Tommy Robinson Interview | Glenn Beck.

At time of writing, the Youtube video of the interview is available ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SFy8cMwcQOM ), along with the following message underneath the video :
"In response to user reports, we have disabled some features, such as comments, sharing, and suggested videos, because this video contains content that may be inappropriate or offensive to some audiences."

The only other video at that channel that I will mention was too long for us (2:43:14) and was published earlier today, but we did watch maybe the first 50 or so minutes and enjoyed it: Tucker Carlson Network : Vince Coglianese | Tucker Carlson.

Happy DNC week. Vince Coglianese previews the grotesqueries.

Includes paid partnerships.

I skipped through any of Tucker's advertisements ("paid partnerships").

We knocked off at noon, and my brother then sought some bed rest. Maybe tomorrow I'll give him the option of watching the rest of the video if nothing much else has me more interested.

He was later to drive off and did some shopping before returning home; and then he headed out on foot to bus away and get into some socializing (drinking). He dares not to drink and attempt to drive his van now that it has an ignition interlock device installed.

The afternoon had quite a lot of sunshine, but I was not tempted to attempt any sunning. For one thing, my early afternoon nap left me feeling unwell, as often is the case. But I wanted to clear away blogging and such, for I intend another five-mile+ hike this evening in order to free me up to watch some evening T.V. with my brother once we are both home ─ and drink some beer, of course.

Towards that end, I lied down some while in the early evening. And upon finally realizing that I was getting nowhere ─ sure, my eyes and frame were rested, but I had no further inclination to be going anywhere ─ I resolved that it was best to watch a show and 'prime the pump' with some early drinking.

I selected Superman & Lois ─ episode three ("The Perks of Not Being a Wallflower") of season one. And I watched it here at my bedside computer, even though I had to do so by rotating between two different sources after playback 'crap-outs'.

In case it should matter, I began with M4uHD and then needed Cineb to get away from the buffering that commenced 12 - 15 minutes into the show. I ended up having to return to M4uHD and then maybe got back to Cineb ─ I forget now.

Meantime, I drank two cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) and one of Bumper Crop cider (7% alcohol), so I am ... nicely greased.

It was a good episode!

The walk is still on. Since I do not require any emergency shopping, nor do I have money remaining following my wife's pillaging to do anything like supplemental shopping, I will restrict myself to the walk once it becomes dark enough to leave home.

It is presently 8:47 p.m. and practically dark, so I am going to commence readying, and then be on my way. Tomorrow's post will tell the tale if this 74-year-old is still blogging.