It was not much past 9:30 p.m. when I got into bed last evening. My wife's bedroom door was pulled almost closed while she watched videos on her tablet or smartphone, so I didn't disturb her with a goodnight.
She had a short time earlier perceived that my younger brother might be home and shut up in his bedroom ─ he had shown up ahead of 8 p.m. and passed out in his bedroom for the second consecutive evening after getting obliterated elsewhere ─ so I confirmed for her that he had come into the house and hauled his besotted carcass up to his bedroom while she was busy and thus unawares in the kitchen.
And so it was that when my cellphone alarm chimed at 1:30 a.m. to get me up to ready for my scheduled five-mile+ walk, I was feeling reasonably well slept. My wife had gone to bed, but everyone else was still up ─ my brother was watching T.V., now unable to sleep because of however much time he logged earlier while unconscious in his bedroom.
I chose to waste no time readying for my outing, so kept my bedroom door closed while I did so, planning to make use of the bathroom and also weighing myself there just as I was about to leave.
But no. Just as I was about to exit my bedroom to have that final much needed bathroom relief, my seemingly psychic eldest stepson hustled right up the stairs and shut himself into the bathroom for one of his many daily bowel evacuations that can easily require 20 minutes or more.
There is a toilet in the lads' den area, but neither of them will choose to make their stench-laden deposits there ─ they prefer coming upstairs to befoul the atmosphere for those of us who might be upstairs.
For me, it can be absolutely infuriating.
If the younger lad had already gone to bed or not been home, I would have stroaned downstairs as I was leaving, but this need is a very personal matter that I care not to make everyone privy to. And since my brother was going to be knowledgeable that I was about to embark on my walk, I was only making him aware of it out of necessity ─ I do not like at all that anyone knows of my walk departures.
It was 1:44 a.m. once I was outside the front door, and no more than a minute later I was using the alleyway beside our home for that final relief that I did not get upon rising for my walk.
The day's much earlier light rain had dried from all of the pavement.
I expect that when I reached the elementary school playground for some exercise three or so blocks distant, the equipment there was likely only wet with condensation (dew). Even so, I still had to take a minute or so to wipe a jungle gym monkey bar dry for use.
Optimistic about my ability, I satisfied myself by achieving my current repetition highs in the six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups: 8-3-3-3-2-2. I take a 30-count between sets as my rest.
I always lead with two sets of pull-ups, then two sets of chin-ups. The final two sets are pull-ups with a pair of gymnastics-style rings if vandals have not rendered them unusable by wrapping the chains around the very high support bar. I lately hold the very last of those pull-ups at highest elevation for a 40-count.
Then its over to a nearby cement ramp for 14 full-range decline push-ups.
It is always so darned good to be done if I can achieve all of my expected highs!
I recall nothing about the ensuing walk meriting mention. I felt myself to be making quite decent time, and was back home at 3:45 a.m. ─ in other words, one minute over two hours. Had I not needed to wipe that bar dry, my targeted two hours would have been met.
Nobody was still up any longer.
I remembered to weigh myself while fully clothed, first removing my jacket just as I had for the school exercising ─ I was quite possibly no more than 180 pounds.
I am unsure, but I may have gotten back to bed by around 5:30 a.m. If later, it was not by much.
My morning was to commence somewhere in the neighbourhood of 8:15 a.m., I would venture. I got possession of the T.V. at 9 a.m. because my brother failed to emerge from his bedroom until shortly thereafter.
Thanks to our Android TV Box, I led us off with two videos relating to next month's B.C. provincial election.
At 44 minutes, the first had been published yesterday at Rumble's AnitaKrishna channel: Eby or Falcon & Rustad- Who's got your vote?
BC United's Kevin Falcon suspends his campaign to join John Rustad and the BC Conservatives. Smart move? The only move?
What platforms do David Eby and the NDP have? IVF, birth control, hey how about food, gas and housing? I discuss with Wyatt Claypool, Host of National Telegraph. Thanks to Jimmy Dore.
Joe Rogan and Jordan Peterson, Jagmeet Singh are mentioned in video.
The second video was nearly as long (42:49) and had been published earlier today at Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel: Truther Doctor In BC Talks About The IMPORTANCE Of Voting OUT The Tyrannical NDP October 19th!!
Dr. Stephen Malthouse and I have a no holds barred conversation about the importance of getting rid of tyrannical David Eby and Bonnie Henry before our province is in the gutter forever and doctors who tell the truth are put in jail.
He Has Compiled Info On Candidates. Great Conversation About A Lot Of Things...
https://elections.bc.ca AND https://politicalscorecards.ca
I also tuned in a couple of YouTube videos dealing with the Haitian troubles in Springfield, Ohio:
And there were three other YouTube videos I shall just list, but which I do not feel warrant further description:
My brother then pursued some bed rest.
I rounded up a meal from my wife's cooking left over from yesterday, at which point she rose for the day, just in time to accusingly ask, "Did you heat?"
I had not. Possibly I might have bothered if I was home alone, but everyone was here. I just wanted to vacate the kitchen and betake myself here to my bedside computer to eat in peace and solitude.
I was not to get to bed for my needed nap as soon as I would have done ─ that was because of constant occupations of the bathroom that once again I wanted to use; but even so I do not believe that it was too much after 1 p.m., or maybe even 1:30 p.m. that I was back into bed.
However, when I rose anew around 2:30 p.m., both my brother and my wife had gone. He will have left afoot to commence his daily binging somewhere. I am assuming that my wife had to work the latter part of today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, but normally she does not leave until shortly past 3 p.m. when she has a partial day.
Midday became quite sunny following our overcast morning, but I had not budgeted time for any unexpected sunning, so doing so was off the books.
Nor am I feeling 'up to snuff' this latter part of the day.
I intend a walk this evening ─ I am planning on the 5.625-mile round trip hike to Real Canadian Superstore to buy a three-kg container of creamed honey.
I thought of priming myself with a can of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) and I even put on Katy Keene ─ episode seven ("Chapter Seven: Kiss of the Spider Woman") of the sole season.
But it was a musical episode and so damned distasteful as far as I was concerned that I could not in good conscience waste any beer on the episode, for there was no enhancing of it. The series deserved to die.
Still, I will endure though to the series conclusion, in time. It is lead actress Lucy Hale that manages to keep me interested at all. She's a rather leggy little thing, and I like that!
Should you care, I watched the episode at this M4uHD.net link, and it played without any issue whatsoever.
As I type these words at 7:12 p.m., I have been home alone for quite some while. I am going to stop blogging and publish this post, and try to be prepared for my outing once it is dark ─ and without any boost from alcohol.
I will simply ready myself to go meantime, and then rest until nightfall allows me to forge forth anonymously.
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