Entirely for Me to Say

After a totally overcast day and night, this morning continued the trend. I was not to notice any sunshine until just after 3:30 p.m. when I rose from a lengthy naptime, but the overcast then resumed.

I feel no obligation or compunction to waste time sitting outside under such conditions, for I have precious enough free time as things are.

I rose overnight at 1:30 a.m. to ready for my five-mile+ walk, seeing that my wife had come home after working the latter part of the day at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time; she was shut up in her bedroom for the night.

The house was in darkness.

My mood was foul ─ ranging from anguish to rage at her, myself, and an apathetic God who seems to care nothing for me. And why should He, right? What matter to Him that my life's conditions are deforming and degenerating all that I am ─ within and without.

When I was set to leave on my walk, my fully clothed (sans jacket) weight on the analog scale ranged from 183 - 185 pounds. I wish that I could afford a scale with truer accuracy.

Anyway, once I was outside and set to commence my walk, I was pleased to see that it was only 2:09 a.m.

I made my usual stop three or so blocks away at the elementary school playground for a half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups; and although I did manage to attain my most recent maximums, doing so required much heaving and leg motion of a kicking sort ─ it was quite sloppy.

So for repetitions: 8-2-3-3-2-2. The first two sets were pull-ups; the middle two sets chin-ups; and the final two sets pull-ups between a pair of gymnastics-style rings.

I held the very final rings pull-up for a 35-count, but long before reaching that final count I wondered if my 74-year-old cardiovascular system was going to burst at the cardiac or cerebral level. The straining was just about overwhelming.

Likewise achieving the baker's dozen full-range decline push-ups on the nearby cement ramp that I close the exercising session with.

But at least I left feeling a spark of accomplishment.

Nevertheless, my bad mood was a constant of my walk, and a number of times I raged aloud at blinding headlights, and often glowered directly at passing vehicles ─ why the Hell so damned much traffic between 2 - 4 a.m. of a Tuesday?

I had set off at a good pace following the exercising, but slowed after a mile or so. Then with about two miles remaining to my walk I again picked up the pace. This all bore out at the end, for I was back home by 4:10 a.m.

It has been a long, long time since I made this walk in anywhere even near an hour.

Incidentally, about four or five blocks from getting home, I passed by two raccoons, the nearest of which was about four feet from me. It had been ahead of me on a sidewalk and was unawares of my approach until it got spooked when it made the realization.

At first I thought that it might be a cat, but then I recognized its sort of arched back.

Instead of darting off into a yard, the animal made as if to climb a small tree alongside the sidewalk; but then it thought again, perhaps realizing that it probably would not be able to ascend too much higher than my head.

But as I neared it ─ ensuring that I walked the far side of the sidewalk to give it some space ─ it fled past me in the direction from which we had both come. I didn't look back, for I suspected that it would be quick to look and see if I was pursuing it; and discerning me to be displaying it no interest but continuing on with my walk, it would take calm.

Only then did I notice the second raccoon just inside someone's driveway, watching me as I walked past.

I should have watered the front yard garden plants once I was home, but I thought that surely at some point the clouds were going to yield rain. Only now have I checked online ─ nothing of the sort is forecast until Saturday. Since I intend a latter evening walk later today, perhaps I will do some watering at my return. Or else before my bedtime, for I plan to sit up late watching at least one show with my younger brother and enjoying a couple of beers.

My wife had a full workday today, and said when she was leaving shortly after 10 a.m. that she would not be back home tonight.

I got back to bed this morning ahead of 6 a.m., but not likely by very much. And I think that I was up again not too very long past 8 a.m.

It seems that my brother must have risen after I had returned to bed, and then after he had some coffee and watched a little T.V., he returned to bed. I got possession of the T.V. around 9 a.m.; he only appeared around 9:20 a.m.

There had been a couple of clues that he had already been up, so I confirmed by asking him about it.

When he joined me, I tuned in an hour-long (1:02:58) video that was published on August 2 at Rumble's We The People - Constitutional Conventions channel: Scientists Discovered An Ancient Mega structure On A Mountain Humans Could Never Build.

In this mind-blowing video, we journey to the ancient city of Mycenae in Greece to explore the Lion's Gate, a monumental structure that defies explanation. This imposing entrance to the Bronze Age citadel, adorned with a massive relief of two lions, is a feat of engineering that leaves experts baffled. How could ancient civilizations, without modern tools or technology, construct such a colossal gateway? What was the significance of the lions – guardians, symbols of power, or something else entirely? What secrets does the Lion's Gate hold about the mysterious Mycenaean culture? Join us as we delve into the history, archaeology, and enduring mysteries surrounding this ancient mega structure. Could the Lion's Gate be evidence of forgotten knowledge or even extraterrestrial influence? Decide for yourself as we unravel the enigma on this mountaintop.

To be honest, we were not at all impressed by the promise of the video; and the Mycenaean section was merely the opening segment of the video, for it dealt with quite a few other ancient ruins around the world ─ the video description is thus quite misleading. And no "enigma" was ever unravelled that we could recognize.

The second and final video we watched was 1½ hours (1:28:30) and considerably more interesting to us. It had been uploaded to YouTube's Real Stories channel back on August 23, 2016: Facing The Fat: Fasting For 50 Days (Health Documentary) | Real Stories.

Kenny Saylors, after years of being healthy and athletic, became severely overweight and after trying various diets decided to do something drastic about it. With the support of his Doctor, he decided to stop eating for 55 days, drinking only water.

It would be great to have had a general update from then to now, but one is not easily found. Kenny had a couple of websites that are no longer online. He also has an Instagram account and a Facebook account, but he hasn't made learning that intervening history easy. It would be necessary to painstakingly deeply research his numerous past posts, and I haven't the inclination.

I rather hope that my brother felt some inspiration when he headed on upstairs for some further bed rest after that video. I had a meal, and was still seated here at my bedside computer when he emerged from his bedroom and left for the day.

It seems to me that I never tackled a nap until around 1:30 p.m. ─ I hope it was not much later, if it was. The bed time was definitely difficult to place a conclusion to. I had once roused after mostly lying upon my left side; but I still felt so desirous of additional sleep that I just assumed a right-sided lying posture, and thus was able to carry on until around 3:30 p.m.

I never did see a further sign of that brief bit of sunlight, by the way.

Well, as ever, in order to confront my evening excursion, an alcoholic boost was required, along with some T.V.

And so it was that I availed of the T.V. and our Android TV Box and tuned in Chesapeake Shores ─ episode seven ("It's Not for Me to Say") of finale series six. It had its truly emotional moments for me when I juxtaposed my own condition into the drama ─ you know, 'that which I shall never have'. Whatever there was with my wife and I at outset of our relationship is forever gone because God cannot be bothered to lift a finger to help me despite my regret and repentance for every transgression I committed to her and our marriage.

I shall say nothing further. I drank a can each of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) and Bumper Crop cider (7% alcohol), and now feel in need of some bed rest ere I ready for my evening foray. It is presently 7:59 p.m.