Due to a devoted pursuit of corruption following publication of yesterday's post, it was well past 11 p.m. ─ maybe even after 11:30 p.m. ─ before I put my sorry self to bed. I felt obliged to set my cellphone alarm for 3 a.m. rather than the originally intended 1:30 a.m. to get me up to begin readying for my planned five-mile+ walk.
Note that both my younger brother and my wife were home during my ill conduct, but I feigned having gone to bed.
Well, a point arrived ─ following some sleep ─ in which I realized that I seemed to be feeling oddly well slept, so I sat up and checked the time. It was 2:02 a.m.
This meant that I could salvage some of my lost time, so I rose.
Initially I began readying with haste, but then I eased into it and readied more leisurely. Only my youngest stepson seemed to still be up, so I had no trouble slipping away unnoticed. It was 2:42 a.m. once I was outside under a cloudy sky. I had seen online that according to my Firefox and AVG Secure browsers, it was supposedly 3ยบ or else 3.5ยบ Celsius (these browsers of course are not precisely identifying my location).
Those temperatures would be 37.4ยบ and 38.3ยบ Fahrenheit respectively.
Nevertheless, I found it to seem milder than that. But maybe I was being buffered a little by some unexpectedly additional body weight, for fully clothed in my non-classic-style denim jacket and my footwear, my overall weight when I left home was around 193 - 194 pounds.
Nigh three blocks away at the elementary school playground where I usually stop for some upper body exercise, I found the equipment as wet as if it had just finished raining. So I used my bandana to wipe a jungle gym monkey bar dry enough to use barehanded, and then tackled six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups dressed just as I had been when I weighed myself: 5-3-3-3-2-2.
As usual, the first two sets were pull-ups, the middle two sets were chin-ups, and the final two sets were pull-ups between a pair of gymnastics-style rings ─ I remained at a hang after the very last rings pull-up for a count of 30.
Then it was over to the nearby cement ramp for a dozen full-range decline push-ups ─ the final few of those may have seen me remaining at arms length for as long as five seconds before tackling the next push-up.
Not a stellar showing, but in view of my weight and the encumbrance of my extra clothing, I felt quite good about myself finally.
There wasn't anything more about the walk meriting reporting. I believed myself to be truly hustling, though, so it was slightly disappointing to arrive back home at 3:38 a.m. ─ I was a mere four minutes under two hours. Heck, I had hoped to discover that I was getting back home as early as 3:30 a.m., but that is probably too much to expect when a stop at the school playground figures into the equation.
I was back to bed comfortably ahead of 6 a.m., first spending over half an hour seated here at my bedside computer with my bedroom door closed because I had correctly assessed that my brother seemed already to be getting up shortly after 5 a.m.
He was later to claim to have not slept since 1:30 a.m.
We were not to watch any morning T.V. together because after I rose ─ maybe ahead of 8:30 a.m. ─ he was to make a return to bed at 9 a.m. before I had yet joined him.
I did go downstairs a while later to check out a possible video I thought might be worth watching, but I quickly recognized that I had already seen it. However, before I had switched the T.V. over to our Android TV Box's control so I could investigate that video, I caught mention on a news show that Mike Tyson lost the boxing match to Jake Paul last evening.
That was most disappointing to learn.
Not much later I came across a Substack post by John Leake that rather resonated with me:
I have since seen other mention that the whole thing may have been largely scripted, with 'Iron Mike' capitalizing one last time on his former reputation to make an absolute fortune that alone would have set him up for life had he not already been quite a rich man.
I sure hope not, though.
My Sabbath fast was working its usual magic, leaving me listless and feeling under-slept. I think that upon my wife rising and going downstairs ─ whether ahead of or else shortly after noon, I cannot recall ─ I returned to bed for a needed nap.
Note that my brother had earlier emerged from his bedroom around 11 a.m. at most and was again watching T.V., but in passing by my bedroom he announced to me that it was rather steadily raining. I had not realized; and that rain was to endure throughout the day and on into the evening ─ good thing I had that walk early this a.m. and didn't have it planned for tomorrow's a.m., else I would not have had that pretty good exercise stop.
Following my nap, which I may have risen from around 2:30 p.m., but could easily have remained in bed longer ─ but I was feeling guilty that my wife might leave for her latter afternoon start of work at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time ─ I was to be delightfully surprised by her solicitous enquiry as to my well-being.
Evidently because I was shut up in my bedroom last evening when she got home from work, and I was still there until nearly mid-afternoon today, she considered that I might be ailing. So I pointed out that my fasts ─ which involve caffeine abstention ─ leave me both weak and sleepy.
But I thanked her for her clear concern.
Due to how dark arrives so early now ─ supposedly sunset hereabout was 4:28 p.m. ─ I easily waited until after night had arrived before I broke my fast. And I broke it while watching FBI on T.V. downstairs ─ episode six ("Unforeseen") of season six.
I had considered maybe some drinking, but I had such a large quantity of liquid-based fare of my wife's cooking that I had no interest in any room-temperature beer. But due to how little water I had imbibed today, I was thirsty ─ and a little cool due to low temperatures. So I opted to have a nice hot ½-litre mug of instant coffee with the works.
I handled that easily! It also perked me up some, whereas beer would not have.
The episode was very interesting, and I found myself absolutely furious at the sneak-attacker in the show's opening scenes who sprayed a ricin mixture into the face of an unsuspecting woman who was already feeling stressed and harried by other people who had been carelessly and unapologetically knocking her about as they hustled by her on the crowded city streets.
I could easily exterminate a person like the gas-masked prick whom no one else took notice of as he hustled away from the doomed (but didn't yet know it) woman who could only exclaim in exasperation after everything else, "Really?!"
The episode ended with regular character "Maggie" discovering at a hospital that her "Special Agent" friend (as played by beautiful Charlotte Sullivan ─ who turned 41 on October 21st) had died after some "exploratory" surgery. "Maggie" had just earlier agreed to be surrogate for her friend's young daughter in the event that anything unforeseen occurred during the surgical procedure, so it's going to be quite the deal henceforth if "Maggie" is to take over the raising of the little girl. At least now "Maggie" won't need to undergo a fertility procedure to become pregnant ─ she was feeling as if she was missing out on one of the fulfilling joys of womanhood, even though she is not romantically involved.
In other T.V. series news, I can now report on the two mystery episodes of an unknown T.V. series that I wrote about two days ago. The episodes had been the early portion of a nearly 2¼-hour (2:13:42) video that I had downloaded maybe a couple of months ago and then largely forgot about.
I had apparently thought that the video was a super-long pilot episode of the old British series Juliet Bravo. Well, the first episode ("Shot Gun") was indeed at the van of the video; but then the next video we watched featured an entirely different actress in the lead role. As well, a sturdy uniformed police Sergeant who seemed under the command of the female Inspector of the pilot episode, almost seemed to be in the same spot under the new woman ─ but this Sergeant appeared to be a somewhat older actor.
My research has revealed that the second episode we watched was actually series (or season) six's episode three ("Chasing the Dragon"). Thus, even though the lead series character was Inspector Jean Darblay for the first three series or seasons, a new actress took over for the remaining three series or seasons as character Inspector Kate Longton.
But faithful character Sergeant Joseph Beck was played by the same actor throughout, and was a little over five years older by the time the later episode aired.
Rather confusing, what?
I haven't named any of the actors because I am unfamiliar with them.
Anyway, I did track down the source for the lengthy video I had downloaded ─ if interested, it is at this OK.ru link. I suspect that there is only a third episode remaining on the download, for the first two used up maybe an hour and 27 minutes with opening and closing credits ─ so maybe 44 minutes per episode. If all three are the same length, that's about 132 minutes, or two hours and 12 minutes ─ or 2:12:00, which is near enough to the video listed length of 2:13:42.
I intend to have my usual Sunday, so I shall be setting my cellphone alarm for 4 a.m. to get me up in plenty of time to adjust and prepare for departure around 6 a.m. to go forth on a five-mile+ grocery hiking expedition ─ rain or no. I do hear it outside my open bedroom window, but it sounds to be a normal steady rain ─ not some whelming sustaining downpour.
Whatever the case, I have succeeded in burning away my evening now, so it will not be too very much before I am to bed. My brother arrived home ere quite 10:10 p.m., by the way.
Maybe I will leave things at that and call this post complete at 10:28 p.m.
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