I rose overnight at 1:45 a.m., for I failed to get to bed last evening until just after 10 p.m.
When I was set to leave on my five-mile+ walk, my fully clothed (sans jacket) weight was a discouraging 186 pounds. It was 2:30 a.m. once I was outside and on my way.
The air was just slightly cool ─ enough that I was never to feel overwarm nor even clammy from mugginess. However, I fared poorly at the elementary school playground three or so blocks from here ─ I only managed to have an opening set of four pull-ups.
The equipment had been wet with condensation, so I needed to wipe it dry, but that was not the issue. I just didn't seem to have the determination or confidence to do more. My other sets were the usual, however. Maybe I only needed limbering.
To atone for the poor showing on that first set of pull-ups, I did an extra set of two repetitions apiece: so 4-2-2 pull-ups; 3-3 chin-ups; and 2-2 pull-ups between a pair of gymnastics-style rings, with the final of these held for a 35-count.
I had to settle for a dozen full-range decline push-ups on a cement ramp as my final set of exercises.
As for my walk, I had a dawdling pace, but at least the walk was unusually benign or duress-free. I was back home at 4:39 a.m., but remained outside to water front yard garden plants. That used up 25-30 minutes.
Ultimately I did not get to bed until 6:20 a.m., which is a poor accomplishment. Even so, I was up again in just under two hours.
My brother had risen right after I got back to bed, but decided to return to his own after I rose, allowing me an early possession of the T.V. And so, putting our Android TV Box to work, I tuned in a 47-minute (47:47) video published August 5 at Rumble's Deprogramming With Graces Dad channel: Why do we want a king?
In this monocast, Scott walks through the spiritual battle - happening in real time, with Satan brazenly showing his dual nature for all to see. The only solution to this urgent crisis closes out the recording.
Scott Schara seems to me to be speaking truth ─ more so than anyone else. But I cannot quite surrender and do absolutely nothing except rely upon God. In fact, I want to be able to get good and angry when the times comes, and fight back with a deadly ferocity that my killers never expected.
My brother returned well into this video, catching the last 15 or so minutes.
The next video I selected started off well enough, but it got so damned tedious that even my brother offered that it was boring and seemingly irrelevant to its original topic.
I tuned out of it and will not dignify it by identifying it.
My choices thereafter were the three most recent videos at BitChute's Sergeant Major channel ─ I think all of them were published earlier today:
- WEF ✡️ MEMO REVEALS PLAN TO USHER IN "FINANCIAL GREAT RESET"... [2024-08-09] - SEAN ADL-TABATABAI (13:57)
- HIGH ALERT! THE NEXT PHASE OF THE COUP IS COMING [2024-08-14] - GENERAL MIKE FLYNN & CLAYTON MORRIS (40:58)
This brought us somewhere past 11 a.m., and my brother was again set of trying for some bed rest.
I had a meal; and was still up when he emerged again from his bedroom, declaring that he was heading out for a while. I assumed that he meant for the day.
I was to bed for my nap early into the noon hour, and seemed to nap effectively in that I felt better than usual when I later rose.
The day was sunny, so very early after 2 p.m. I was out into the backyard to sun, and remained out there for at least an hour and 40 minutes. I had been home alone. And although I was to find that I still was, I realized that my brother had come back at some point and then left afoot ─ no doubt to bus off and rendezvous with one or two of his drinking buddies at a pub.
I fully intend an evening walk to free me up to watch T.V. later with my brother when both of us are back home. However, I have not fully made up my mind as to the destination ─ I think, though, that I will undertake the 5.625-mile round trip hike to the Real Canadian Superstore.
This walk is going to be slightly different in that I am not going to give myself an alcoholic boost before leaving ─ the "boost" tends to have more adverse effects than positive, I have been finding.
Since the afternoon solar exposure began taking a toll of its own, the point arrived early into the evening when I found it necessary to lie down in darkness, and even attempt to nap. I was likely abed an hour minimally. I became aware that my brother seemed to be back home, for I could hear the T.V.
And so it proved.
Between the time it takes for him to take two buses to commute to the pub, and then another two buses to get back home, since he was likely back by maybe 7:30 p.m., it really does not seem to me to have been a worthwhile outing. He could have just engaged whatever it is that he does on most nights when he does his drinking in Whalley. But since I believe the Legion is the primary drinking location that he now has in Whalley due to all of the old beer-drinking haunts being gone, perhaps the brief taste of variety once a week (at most) to that pub retains its appeal.
As yet he has not come upstairs, so it may be that he is unaware that I am here ... or not to bed for the evening.
I am going to commence getting dressed for my walk. It is still not as dark as I want as I type these words at 8:22 p.m., but it ought to be in a half hour's time at most, for it has been getting darker earlier than has been the case since June.
I still feel like I should have myself a drink, so that is not entirely off the table.
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