So Much Rain!

Instead of smartly getting to bed soon after 9:30 p.m. last evening, my financially-inspired doldrums opened the door to release that vile side of me; but fortunately, I may not have had my bedtime delayed any later than 10:40 p.m.

I revised my cellphone alarm's setting from 1:30 a.m. to 2:30 a.m.

It was to happen that I found myself awake considerably before 2:30 a.m., although I now cannot recall exactly what the time was when I checked and then rose. Before I had managed to turn on my bedroom's light, I was to hear my wife close her bedroom door as she retired for the night.

It had been raining very hard before my bedtime, and it was still raining, although not as severely. I was not going to head away without packing my umbrella.

It seems to me that it was possibly as early as 2:44 a.m. when I was on my way after surreptitiously escaping the house without my eldest stepson being aware ─ he was evidently at the dining table watching videos on a laptop. I don't know if his younger brother was also up, and occupied at his own computer in the boys' den area.

The rain did not seem serious enough to warrant unpacking my umbrella, but I opted not to stop at the elementary school playground for my usual rounds of pull-ups and chin-ups because as light as the rain may have been, it would have been impossible to exercise barehanded ─ I would not be able to wipe a jungle gym monkey bar dry enough.

And since I did not wish to have my gloves wet at outset of my walk, I chose to walk right on past the school. If I had to get wet exercising, it was preferable that I become so at the completion of my walk.

About ¾ of a mile into my walk, I realized that I was becoming cool across my shoulders instead of warming up as should be the case, for I was walking with a good pace.

It was then that I realized that it was actually raining harder than I had thought ─ I was becoming markedly wet. So out came my umbrella for the first time.

Suffice to say that soon enough, the rain was hard. And it never did abate. With maybe 1½ miles of my five-mile+ walk remaining, my lower pant legs were wet, and so were my boots and my socks within.

By the time I was cutting through the back of the school property, there was no thought of trying to exercise. I just wanted to get home and be spared the heavy rain.

At least there were no heavy winds, apart from what is experienced around highrises which can create virtual wind corridors.

It was possibly 4:30 a.m. once I was back home. Initially I was a little annoyed that my time was so bad, for I miscalculated and believed that the walk had taken several minutes over two hours. Then it dawned upon me that I was potentially 14 minutes under two hours ─ this was exceptional. However, I had not lost any time at all by even checking out the school playground; and I also managed to avoid getting held up at any street crossings.

I probably remained up until just about 6 a.m.

I fully expected that my body temperature would have dropped and I would find myself feeling uncomfortably cool if I stripped down for bed, so I retired fully clothed but for my bared feet.

Even then, I was never warm. And ultimately I was to require a bathroom break; so in returning to bed, I pulled on a pair of heavy socks and also put on a bomber-style jacket.

This proved to be the edge I required, although I was never overheated nor even overly warm.

It had been light outside when I took that bathroom break, but I never checked the time. Regardless, it was raining very hard outside.

Eventually I decided to take a look at the time, and was most surprised that it was nigh 11 a.m.

I hustled up and dressed, wondering why I did not seem able to hear the T.V. playing downstairs. The reason was apparent once I opened my bedroom door ─ my younger brother's bedroom door was pulled tight. He was not up.

And my wife had long gone to work, typically leaving around 10:10 a.m. when she has full days at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

Upon going downstairs, I did notice that the Saturday morning edition of the Vancouver Sun was laid out on the dining table ─ I had only brought it in at the end of my early walk and left it on a stand just inside the front door. No one else bothers with the newspaper ─ only my brother would have taken it to the dining table to read.

So he had been up earlier, and then returned to his bedroom for more rest.

I watched some YouTube fare on T.V. via our Android TV Box's SmartTube app, then at least 11:50 a.m. I shut everything down and came here to my bedside computer to spend time. Almost immediately thereafter, my brother emerged from his bedroom, but I was done with T.V. for the morning. He was going to have to find whatever fare was of interest to him through our T.V.'s basic cable package, for he doesn't understand how to operate the Android TV Box.

He brought me aware of one news item that he had caught on T.V. According to him, North Korea is sending something like 10,000 of their troops to help Russia in this NATO conflict in Ukraine that it is struggling to deal with.

I'm so damned sick of the world as it has become today in our modern age. This is no time to be old or senior.

Anon my brother was to head out in his van on whatever errands he felt himself to have. I was to bed for a needed nap ere he returned, just to leave his van and head off afoot for a bus so he could go drinking.

I think it was just about 4 p.m. when I rose from my nap.

I have been undergoing a Sabbath fast that I commenced just ere dark yesterday, so I shall not be taking in any calories until after dark this evening. But I did weigh myself while entirely naked ─ maybe around 5:45 p.m. At very most, I weighed 176 pounds.

After my early walk ─ and I find this peculiar ─ I filled a mug with water. It probably holds 12 ounces, for it's a heavy ceramic or maybe even stoneware beer stein. I've used it as a coffee mug for ... could it be the past three decades?

Anyway, I drank some of the water before my nap, and have been nursing the remainder of the water over the course of this entire day. Yet I have urinated plentifully a number of times.

I have not had any coffee or tea ─ just that relatively small quantity of water, and I even managed to spill out the last of it while examining the mug for details on its origins. I thought that I had finished drinking the water and foolishly turned the mug onto its side so that I could see its bottom.

It has a large image on its side of what almost looks like a circular building with the words "DORTMUND" along the bottom of the image, and the full image is festooned with an almost heraldic frame.

Etched into the side of the mug near the handle is what might be "0.5 l" ─ denoting a half litre, perhaps?

At one time there may have been an inscription etched into the bottom of the mug, but it has become too indistinct to even vaguely decipher any longer.

I really ought to start using something else for my scalding hot coffees ─ this potential relic will not endure forever. I have no idea on its age ─ I was given it by my mother one day when I expressed what an excellent coffee mug it would make. She had been keeping pens and such in it.

I am going to take a break now ─ it is nigh 7 p.m., and I can break my fast. I will watch something on T.V. and maybe even have some alcohol as I enjoy some food.

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I'm so darned full!

Carefully eating the last of some leftover tilapia ─ those myriad small bones! ─ involved so much time that my meal took me the entirety of the first show I watched ─ Black Lightning. Specifically, it was episode three ("The Book of Reconstruction: Chapter Three: Despite All My Rage...") of season four.

It was okay enough. If interested, I watched the episode here at my bedside computer ─ I felt it had grown too late to risk watching anything on T.V. My brother could have shown up unexpectedly at any point. My source was this Supernova.to link.

Then because I still needed an excuse for a couple of brews, I tuned in Katy Keene ─ the sole season's episode eight ("Chapter Eight: It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding)").

The can each of Cariboo Genuine draft (5.5% alcohol) and Bumper Craft Crisp Apple cider (7% alcohol) helped make the show more involving than might otherwise have been. It also helped that my mind was focussed and not wandering into other topics more relevant to me ─ I was too listless for that.

This time my source was this MoviesJoy.onl link.

I am so profoundly weary ─ caffeine withdrawal, I expect. I have been too weak to do any strenuous exercising, despite best intentions.

I think that it has likely rained all day, although not always hard.

I have my usual Sunday morning plan to do some early grocery shopping as part of a good hike, so I would like to be leaving home no later than 6 a.m. To ensure that I normalize in time, I will be rising at 4 a.m.

Normally I might sit up until towards midnight, but I am totally knackered for some reason. Right now it is 10:53 p.m., and I am going to get to bed within the next five minutes.