When I rose to my 1:30 a.m. cellphone alarm overnight, I did not feel too illy slept. But not only was my wife still up, so, too, was my younger brother.
However, he retired to his bedroom while I was seeking relief in the bathroom, and my wife was not up for too much longer either. The rest of the house was in darkness.
When I was fully clothed and set to leave, I weighed at just about 190 pounds; and it was 2:14 a.m. once I was out in the chilly night.
I made a check at the elementary school playground maybe three blocks away, but I found the equipment entirely iced over from bottom to top. I had no desire to attempt any exercise that would see my slim gloves wetted and then thereafter subjected to the frigid night air ─ this would prove especially problematic on those occasions in which I might be handling my all-metal Titan baton flashlight stun gun.
So I passed it up, and continued my walk, attempting not to aggravate my left foot's plantar fasciitis (if it's not somehow just a deeply bruised heel). Nevertheless, even a quarter of the way along, the discomfort was such that I did consider truncating the walk, yet I persevered.
On the return, I stopped again at the school playground for some token pull-ups and chin-ups ─ six sets in all, and a mere two repetitions in each set. I only endured a mere 10 full-range decline push-ups on the nearby cement ramp, by which time the pad of my right hand's smallest finger was stinging so badly from the cold of my now wet gloves that I wondered if frostbite was possible.
It was 4:17 a.m. once I was back home, so maybe I did walk a little faster than I ought to have.
My foot has been more sensitive today than yesterday, I think. Even so, I do hope to get out this evening and do a little shopping at Surrey Place (Central City) a mile away ─ even if I just buy some lottery gift packs to start accumulating what I'll be giving as Christmas presents to members of the household.
It was almost 6 a.m. by the time I returned to bed this morning ─ or night, since it was still entirely dark.
Perhaps it was the extended noise of some nearby house construction this morning that finally alerted me to the fact that it might be later than I was believing it to be, for my bandana blindfold is very effective at blocking out light. A check of the time confirmed my suspicion, for it was already after 9 a.m.
I hustled up and dressed. I did not want to waste morning time ─ for I planned video-watching with my brother once he surrendered the T.V. to me so that I could operate our Android TV Box.
The first video I tuned in was 52 minutes (52:38) and had been published yesterday at Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel: BC Canada Gov Allowing Speakers Who Glorify Residents Who Martyr Themselves Against All Non-Muslims?
Sure looks like it. I show proof. He has not been deported and continues to promote to BC youth the glory of them martyring themselves against all non faithful muslims...which would includes killing athiests, Christians, Sikhs, Hindus, Jews, etc etc...
Episode Links:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eRo4CJOLRwM&t=1s
https://nationalpost.com/opinion/notorious-hate-preacher-invited-to-speak-at-a-b-c-university
The second video we watched was 36 minutes (36:34) and had been streamed yesterday to Rumble's AnitaKrishna channel: Trump Tariffs- The Good, the Bad and the Ugly.
US Canada Mexico Tariff Talk with Wyatt Claypool from the National Telegraph
We also got quite far into a long documentary I had previously recorded, but there is still around an hour of it to go ─ we cancelled out so that my brother could have a little bed rest before leaving here around 12:45 p.m. to catch a bus. He was to hook up early with a drinking buddy at Green Timbers Pub, and so there is little likelihood that he'll be in good shape by the time he gets home again this evening.
I am unsure, but it is possible that I was to bed for my nap by or around 1 p.m., right after my wife had emerged from her bedroom. I was to remain abed until around 2:45 p.m., and could easily have gotten even more needed sleep, but I needed use of the bathroom.
My wife had apparently been busy doing some cooking, but I correctly suspected that she would soon have to leave to begin work in the latter afternoon at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time. Thus, I remained up to avoid being rude.
That did a load of good ─ she left without a word. We never exchanged as much as a syllable to one another today.
That was to change a little later. At 3:29 p.m. she phoned me to say that she had baked a huge sausage that was still in the oven, and wanted me to take it out and perhaps sample it. If it seemed off, she said to just trash it.
Well, I took it out of the oven, but didn't yet feel like eating anything.
She phoned a bit later at 3:58 p.m., this time to declare that she had reconsidered and decided that it was not worth the risk that anyone eat any ─ I was to toss it.
I endeavoured to ascertain the strength of her conviction, for the sausage had likely been unfrozen in the fridge for some while if she felt like this. But my attempt for further confirmation was only met mid-sentence with her declaration, "Oh my God!" And she hung up on me.
This is the sort of miserableness I am often subjected to.
I did discard the sausage, untested. She had purchased and cooked it, so it was not really any kind of loss to me. After all, maybe she was right and it was not safe to eat due to having been unthawed in the fridge for too long.
Aww, heck! I'm done with blogging for today.
I am going to rest my eyes for a while, lying in my bed in the dark. Otherwise I am not going to find what it takes to make that trip to the mall. But my foot has me doubtful as well. It has now become difficult to walk barefooted on the carpeting here in the house without revealing myself to have a limp that I cannot resist or hide from anyone's notice.
I cannot see how it can improve or recover without not using it, but I absolutely must walk. At the age of 75, I need this sort of regular activity. If I lay off, I will fast deteriorate and lose my ability and endurance.
Man, I hate my π£π²π π¨π¦π«' life.
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