Most Unwanted

I was eager enough to rise overnight to my 1:30 a.m. cellphone alarm and begin readying for my five-mile+ walk. My wife hadn't come home following working the latter part of yesterday at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

It was 2:03 a.m. once I was outside and on my way under a generally overcast sky, and I had weighed in at 188–89 pounds fully clothed. The ambient temperature seemed relatively mild for this time of year. All was dry.

At the elementary school playground maybe three blocks away where I stopped for some upper-body exercise, I was delighted to find the equipment to be perfectly dry of any condensation or dew. This inspired me to remove my somewhat heavy denim jacket ─ it's unlined, and extends to just below the openings of my pants pockets, as opposed to a classic-cut jacket that doesn't extend much below the belt.

To my extra delight, I managed pull-up and chin-up totals matching my recent bests of the Summer: 8-3-3-3-2-2.

I always open with pull-ups, so the first two sets were those; then two sets of chin-ups; and lastly two sets of pull-ups between a pair of gymnastics-style rings, the final pull-up of which I held at completion for a hang count of 40.

Then over at the nearby cement ramp, I barely squeezed out 14 full-range decline push-ups.

Believe me, I felt good after all of that! I cannot expect to manage anything like this again until at least next Spring, for I doubt conditions will from this time forward allow me to exercise jacketless and with bare hands on perfectly dry equipment.

I made decent time in the subsequent walk, but I now forget precisely what the time was once I was back home ─ I believe that it was either 3:56 or even 3:54 a.m.

My wife had gotten home during my absence and was shut up in her bedroom for the night, the light off.

I was back to bed comfortably ahead of 6 a.m.

It might have been just past 8:30 a.m. when I rose, correctly believing that I could hear the T.V. already playing. However, I waited until 9 a.m. before joining my brother.

It took 10 or 15 minutes before he invited me to put our Android TV Box to work; and when I did, I opened up our viewing with a 1⅓-hour (1:21:20) video streamed November 20 to Rumble's Laura-Lynn Tyler Thompson channel: AHS Tyranny and Injustice with Dr. William Makis.

Our guest today is Dr. William Makis, a Canadian physician with expertise in Radiology, Oncology and Immunology. Dr. Makis is currently under attack from Alberta Health Services who want to put him in jail.
Dr. William Makis: https://makismd.substack.com/

Next I believe that we watched an 11-minute (11:28) video uploaded July 25, 2020, to YouTube's History at The OK Corral channel: The Horrific Reality of The 1849 Gold Rush.

In the race to acquire a fortune, hundreds of thousands of people flooded into California in 1849. A lucky few would become rich, most would leave poor, and many would never return.

We finished with a 49-minute (49:50) video uploaded July 25, 2013, to YouTube's The Best Film Archives channel: The Korean War in Color - War with North Korea (1950-51) Cold War Footage | Full Length Documentary.

This film is a documentary about the beginnings of the Korean War, after North Korean troops invaded South Korea and battled U.S., South Korean and United Nations forces. It is the only color documentary made during the Korean War.

That brought us to around 11:30 a.m., and my brother was set for some bed rest, unsure whether his girlfriend Bev was going to feel up to later coming here so that she and I could get her registered to apply for social assistance.

I was ready for a return to bed ─ my Sabbath fast was leaving me exceptionally weak and desirous of sleep. I may have been back to bed just prior to noon.

Eventually there was tapping on my bedroom door. It was at least 2 p.m.

I knew that it was most probably my brother ─ he had brought Bev.

Well, we attempted to get her registered with My Self Serve (MySS), but after the first step of filling in her details and submitting those, the next step was a confirmation E-mail that was to be sent with further instructions ─ we had used one of my E-mail addresses because she has nothing of the sort.

Nothing showed up. We waited some while, and finally she and my brother opined that the system was not being attended because no one works on the weekends. She even tried phoning the help line, and was informed via a recording of the Monday to Friday business hours.

And so there was nothing for it but for her to be taken back home two or so miles distant.

Just after they left, my wife finally emerged from her bedroom.

My brother returned a while later to leave his van here, and then head off afoot to catch a bus to head back Bev's way to begin his social drinking.

I did make another return to bed for a half hour or so, feeling rather chilly on top of being hungry, weak, and tired. Around 3 or 3:30 p.m. a strong wind had ushered in a rainstorm. I don't know if it lasted an hour, but the initial wind was an unpleasantly coolant to my bedroom via the open window I am generally loath to shut.

However, I did eventually break my Sabbath fast, waiting much more than an hour after nightfall. I think this corrected any encroachment of my fast's scheduled commencement I know I made last evening, indulging as I did in a little drinking after darkness had arrived.

My wife had today off work, but she was to leave just past 7:30 p.m. and will not be back tonight ─ parties to attend, I'm sure. She entreated me beforehand for $30, but I knew that my wallet was going to suffer a greater impoverishment than that ─ all I had in it were a ten dollar bill and a fifty dollar bill.

Resigned to what would occur, but in good humour, I proffered forth both bills and presented them as a choice since I had nothing more: the ten or the fifty?

She could not help a laugh, saying that I must surely know the outcome for any such choosing?

And now I have $10.

My supper had quite filled me, such that I desired a mug of hot instant coffee more than anything alcoholic afterwards. I had considered a Christmas movie, but not if I cannot drink and lose myself in the emotion such movies elicit from me.

Tomorrow when I leave here around 6 a.m. on my planned 5.625-mile round trip hike to Real Canadian Superstore in Guildford, I will obviously need to make a withdrawal. I don't have enough money in my account for next Thursday's fortnightly mortgage payment, but my monthly pension income is supposed to be directly deposited next Wednesday ─ just in time.

Note: my wife could not help but let me realize this afternoon that she is seeking some sort of loan from an outfit called Mogo ─ she had to enlist me to explain what it was that they wanted her to do in order for them to have a statement from a bank she uses.

Once she understood that they would be able to directly access the information and not need it sent to them, she was quick to shoo me away.

I wish that she could adopt the mindset that I have always had ─ borrowing is never good, and mounting credit debt is no different. But she seems to be uneducable in this arena.

Anyway, I passed some of the mid-evening here at my bedside computer watching FBI: Most Wanted ─ episode 11 ("Crypto Wars") of season four.

It was okay ─ at least it allowed me to enjoy a shot of Captain Morgan Dark Rum (40% alcohol) and a can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol). My source for the episode was this 123MoviesGo.show link.

I feel this to be enough blogging for today.

I want to rise ... maybe at 3:30 a.m. rather than the usual Sunday 4 a.m. We shall see. At present it is 11:28 p.m.

My brother is still not back home.

By the way! Towards the latter afternoon ere it was yet quite dark, I weighed myself while entirely naked to see how my Sabbath fast was faring: I was 176–7 pounds. Honestly, I had wondered if I might be back at or above 180 pounds, so this was encouraging.