Not Quite 75

'Twas nigh 10 p.m. by the time I was to bed last evening, my cellphone alarm set for 1:30 a.m. to get me up for my five-mile+ walk.

When that time arrived, I was game enough.

The only light on in the house was in my wife's bedroom. Her door was ajar, but she had her housecoat hung down its edge, so my view was fully blocked and I could not tell if she was still up, or if she had simply fallen asleep with the light on.

By the time I was set to leave, nothing had changed with her situation. I have no idea if she was aware of my stirrings or not.

I had weighed myself while fully dressed, but without a jacket, and registered at as much as 186 pounds ─ rather discouraging. With my quite heavy denim jacket on, I would have been about three pounds more.

Once I was outside and set to go, it was 2:13 a.m. It was also surprisingly chilly and the air moist, for earlier rain was still very much evident. However, the sky only had broken cloud drifting about.

When I got to the elementary school playground about three blocks from here, I was of course to find the equipment wet, so I had to wipe dry a couple of jungle gym monkey bars to exercise on ─ vandals had rendered the gymnastics-style rings useless by wrapping the chains of every second ring around the inaccessibly high support bar.

It felt too unrealistic to be removing my jacket to exercise in the chill, so I kept it on, resigning myself to a poor performance. My totals in the sets of pull-ups and chin-ups were as follows: 5-2-2-3-3-2-2.

The first three were pull-ups; the pair of threes were chin-ups; and the final pair of twos were pull-ups between two of the wiped-dry monkey bars ─ I managed to hold the final of those at peak elevation for a 40-count.

Then over to the cement ramp for 14 barely achieved full-range decline push-ups.

I felt okay about the reduced showing in the pull-ups, for I honestly didn't even expect that I would manage five pull-ups in that first set while wearing my heavy denim jacket. And the subsequent totals were basically what pass as norms for me even without a jacket.

The walk was uneventful, but for a coyote sighting. I had just begun walking 96th Avenue after turning onto it from Green Timbers Way (Google Map). I was headed to the right (i.e., east) as you look at that Google Map, bound for 148th Street.

The median between 96th Avenue's east and west lanes is quite wide ─ six feet or more? It is grassy, and has occasional trees.

Almost as soon as I started following the avenue, from its far side I noticed a seemingly greyish coyote hove into my peripheral view of the opposite side on the avenue.

It was loping along the forest edge and then began cutting at an angle across the avenue to the grassy median considerably ahead of me. But then its angular direction changed and it cut directly across the avenue to the sidewalk I was on and started loping my way.

This was a tad peculiar, I thought. I was not especially perturbed, however, for I had my Titan baton flashlight stun gun in hand, and a dagger on my hip.

Then maybe 30 feet or less ahead of me it sort of bounded into the forest, clearly with its eyes on me ─ it had always seemed aware of me. When it first appeared, until then it must have been behind me on the far side of the avenue, coming abreast of me and then progressing ahead before angling across the avenue.

Possibly it misjudged where Willow Creek Trail was? Maybe it intended to take to that route, but crossed the avenue nearer to me and kept coming my way for a distance before realizing that the trail was not going to present itself, so the creature bounded into the forest.

I remained a little wary when I had to pass by where it had disappeared.

But other than that, my only other wildlife experiences were hearing a distant barred or hoot owl; having what might have been a rat or very small rabbit dash from streetside and practically getting under my feet as it scurried for the forest; and sighting at least five different rabbits over the course of my walk.

I was back home outside the locked front door at 4:14 a.m., so even with the extra time at the school playground wiping dry a couple of bars and adding in an additional opening set of two pull-ups, the walk had taken just one minute over two hours.

My wife had by this time shut off her light and closed her bedroom door.

I was back to bed shortly before 6 a.m.

Initially I managed a little sleep, but by 7:15 a.m. I was awake and soon believing that I could hear the T.V. downstairs playing. I knew that my younger brother was to be taking his girlfriend Bev to a 10:20 a.m. medical appointment ─ had he already risen?

I decided to have my day's first mug of instant coffee early and see if he was indeed already up for the morning ... and he was.

I had no desire to watch the tepid morning news shows he loves tuning in ─ the talking heads are cowards who are no longer journalists. They only cover the most trivial of topics. So I came upstairs here to my bedside computer to enjoy my coffee and engage myself more meaningfully.

An hour or so later I suspected that he might by then have gotten his fill of the repetitive reports, so I joined him then and rather smartly got the invitation to put our Android TV Box to work.

I led us off with two short videos published yesterday at Rumble's Wil Paranormal channel:

• AMERICA UNDER ATTACK - THESE STORMS HAVE ALL BEEN PLANNED AS A LAND GRAB AND TO KILL THOUSANDS (11:25)

America's government has turned on its people to replace them with illegal migrants and to steal the land back by way of manufactured hurricanes, tornadoes and fires.

• TAMPA RESIDENTS WILL NEVER BE ALLOWED BACK TO THEIR PROPERTY AFTER THE HURRICANE HITS - HERE'S WHY? (6:29)

Once Hurricane Milton is finished destroying Tampa, the residents there with property will never be allowed back.

Tampa is on the list of 15 minute cities and it will be fenced off immediately and new construction will begin for a 15 Minute City where Tampa used to be.

We only had time after that for a 56-minute (56:56) video streamed yesterday at Rumble's AKStraightSpeaks channel: Post Debate Talk and BC Independents Make Their Mark.

Featuring Errol Povah and Sean Taylor

My brother left on his errand, and was not able to return until after 11:30 a.m. By then, he was only interested in getting further bed rest, for he apparently slept poorly in the night, and that was why he rose so early.

That freed me up to get back to bed myself just ahead of noon.

I was back up by 1:30 p.m., and I think that my brother may have just been leaving then to catch a bus and go drinking. My wife was up and busy in the kitchen. She had to work the latter part of today, so she left around 3:10 p.m. on her fairly long drive to the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

I rather petered out with evening's arrival, and did seek to nap, but I never really did. So I resolved on a show and some drink. After all, I have an evening walk planned.

To validate the drink, I went downstairs and used our Android TV Box to tune in Prodigal Son ─ episode five ("Bad Manners") of season two.

It was an excellent episode. And as much as I find actress Halston Sage to be absolutely beautiful in her role, Keiko Agena is so quirkily playful that I find her utterly seductive in hers! I wish she was deployed more than she is.

Anyway, I drank a can each of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) and Bumper Crop Black Cherry cider (7% alcohol).

My brother showed up right after I quit the T.V. and had come upstairs here to my bedside computer, but he has a considerable wait before I will be watching any of our shows with him. I must have that walk, else I shall have to get to bed early to have it in the wee a.m.

I am down to $40 in cash, so I will be withdrawing $200 when I am about ¾ of a mile from home.

Right now it is 8:53 p.m., so I must hasten and ready, and be away. Tomorrow, I become an even older man of 75 years of age.