Despite how angrily the finish to yesterday's post seemed, matters became further exacerbated when just before I called it a night and went to bed, my newly home younger brother stopped in at my room to request that I research disability pension options for his girlfriend.
This imposition pushed me right over the brink and I blew up.
Nevertheless, early this a.m. I located the information and had it available for him to appreciate the enormity of what the application process involves. She doesn't even have a general practitioner, so she would need to enlist virtual strangers to help back up her disability claim.
He finally resolved that he would get her to apply for social assistance.
My alarm had been set for 1:30 a.m. to get me up last night to ready for a five-mile+ walk, but a point arrived where I needed use of the bathroom. I tended to that matter, and then had a peek at the time ─ it was 1:18 a.m.
I did return to bed to try and deeply relax until 1:30 a.m., but that soon seemed like a waste of time, so I rose. In bed, that walk ─ or at least the elementary school playground exercising section of it at its beginning ─ felt like it would be a washout.
When I was all set to leave, my fully clothed weight with heavy denim jacket was only 186 pounds. It was 1:56 a.m. once I was outside and on my way. Only my youngest stepson had still been up, but he was at his computer in the boys' den area and would not notice me depart the house.
The night was cool ─ it was not decidedly chilly as was the case two nights earlier.
I didn't feel too bad once I was outside and on my way. I further felt blessed when I found the school playground equipment to be entirely dry.
I could have exercised without my jacket, for my hooded fleece pull-over was warm enough, but I didn't feel like the bother.
To my delight, I did remarkably well in the pull-ups and chin-ups: 7-3-3-3-2-2 (two sets of pull-ups; two sets of chin-ups; and two sets of pull-ups between a pair of gymnastics-style rings).
I even remained at a hang on the final rings pull-up for darned near a 40-count. However, when I went to the cement ramp, I could only manage a dozen full-range decline push-ups.
Nevertheless, I was very pleased with my overall performance, and left on my walk feeling upbeat.
Nothing else comes to mind that is worth mentioning about the walk under lightly and broken clouded sky, except that I was sure I was making good time. And it was 3:52 a.m. by the time I was back home ─ four minutes under two hours, which is darned good indeed.
My youngest stepson was still up by the time I got back to bed ─ possibly nigh 6:10 a.m. due to my randy state that had stayed me from possibly getting to bed as much as an hour earlier.
But I did resist shame.
This morning I was to rise ahead of 9 a.m. and could have taken possession of the T.V., for my brother was only then showering. But I needed to spend time researching what we might watch on T.V. via our Android TV Box, so I surrendered that advantage to him and did not go downstairs to join him until well past 9 a.m.
I gave up on two YouTube videos, but we did watch a 19¾-minute video uploaded there yesterday to The Pleb channel: The left has a NUCLEAR MELTDOWN over TRUMP landslide victory.
Then I tuned in the second half or so of a YouTube video we had to suspend watching yesterday for want of the time. At over 2½ hours (2:38:40), it had been uploaded November 4 to PowerfulJRE channel: Joe Rogan Experience #2223 - Elon Musk.
Elon Musk is a business magnate, designer, and engineer. His portfolio of businesses include Tesla, Inc., SpaceX, Neuralink, X, and many others.
After having watched Joe's interview with Donald Trump and now Elon, we both believe that each of these two men sincerely want to help people and are not presently part of any 'Globalist Elite'. In other words, we like them.
Hell, I wish that I knew Elon ─ even remotely, as I do a few people I have grown to like via E-mail and/or Facebook.
My wife emerged from her bedroom and came downstairs, issuing us a good morning, while we were watching the interview. But I was never to have any further association with her. I had a decent early afternoon nap and rose just ahead of 2:30 a.m., not knowing yet if she had to work in the latter afternoon or if she had the day free of the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.
Well, a little past 3 p.m. I heard her go outside (no one else was home), and she must have left on her fairly long drive without a word to me. Either that, or she went shopping; but that was the time she usually leaves when she only works the latter part of a day.
It's fine by me that she's not talking to me ─ I've been half-expecting that she will be seeking to 'borrow' money from me, although her twice-monthly pay was direct-deposited yesterday. However, it was only for a Net of $674.78, so that is slim pickings for half a month.
I do not need such communication with her ─ she almost always seems so damned thankless to me.
With the waning of the afternoon, I finally ate for the first time today, while watching The Avengers ─ episode 13 ("A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Station") of season or series five. Naturally, I also had a can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol).
It is always great to see Diana Rigg at her womanly best as Emma Peel ─ I was in love with her for two years back in the latter 1960s!
I did not easily find a source for the episode with at least a couple of the streaming apps that I have downloaded into our Android TV Box, so I resorted to the Firefox browser app and watched the episode on T.V. at this OK.ru link.
I have held myself to that one beer, but I will be drinking more in the latter evening when both my brother and I are both back home and watching a couple of our shows.
For now, though, it is 7:08 p.m., and I am going to ready and head on out for a walk. I just may do the 5.972-mile hike to Fleetwood and deposit my brother's monthly expenses reconciliation cheque that I failed to deposit Tuesday evening.
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