The Golden Years?

As a result of not getting to bed last evening as early as I meant to, I reset my cellphone alarm for 2 a.m. to get me up to begin readying for a five-mile+ walk ─ I had intended to set the alarm for 1:30 a.m.

My wife had come home shortly before my bedtime, but initially I believed it to be my younger brother, so I had shut myself up into my bedroom. However, when I heard her coughing just prior to my bedtime, I ventured forth to let her know that I was retiring.

As it was to happen later in the night, a point arrived when I felt myself to be rather awake and rested, so I peeked at the time ─ it was 1:36 a.m.

And that was when I rose ─ almost as originally planned.

Nevertheless, it was not to matter very much, for I became involved here at my bedside computer and wasted a whole lot of time.

Once I was fully dressed to go, my weigh-in yielded a reading of about 190 pounds on our analog bathroom scale. However, since the scale already read at the 1-pound mark without any weight on it whatsoever, then it is probably more correct to say that I weighed as much as 189 pounds.

And it was 2:56 a.m. by the time I was outside and on my way in a wet environment, vague fine traces of mist-like rain still apparent.

I made a stop at the elementary school playground maybe three blocks away, determined to have my usual exercise. I wiped off a jungle gym monkey bar, and wearing my slim gloves, I forced out five pull-ups fully clothed as I had been at weigh-in.

Then with gloves removed, I followed that with two sets of two further pull-ups in each, before doing two sets of three chin-ups in both sets.

Then it was over to the gymnastics-style rings for two extremely strenuous pull-ups in each of the pair of sets I tackled using a pair of the rings. I added one further set that was merely a hang for a 30-count.

I finished up at the nearby cement ramp with 10 full-range decline push-ups.

And off I went with the continuance of my walk.

There was nothing that merits reporting concerning the walk. I considered myself to be making good time, and this proved so once I was back home at 4:53 a.m. ─ the walk had taken three minutes under two hours, which was very good.

I again managed to spend considerable time here at my computer, and may not have returned to bed until as late as 6:30 a.m.

When eventually I was sufficiently awake to be aware that my younger brother seemed to be up, I did not expect to find that it was 10:20 a.m. However, I need not have been concerned that we were missing out on our usual morning videos, for he quickly alerted me that he had been fruitlessly searching for his wallet.

His only probable conclusion was that he had somehow lost it on the bus he took to bring him home after he had finished his social drinking last night.

This news was discouraging, and I have been rather bothered all day by it.

He had resolved that the first thing he needed to do was go to Coast Capital Savings where he does his banking, and get them to issue him a new debit card. So he readied himself and set off afoot for a bus to do that.

Or at least, I think he bused. But it had seemed to me that his van was gone, only to be parked in the open car port some while later. Could he have driven and visited the credit union, and then brought the van back home, only then to seek a bus so that he could go somewhere to begin his daily social drinking?

Whatever the case, I saw no more of him.

My wife rose soon after he had left. I was then at the dining table going through a couple of newspapers, and when she ventured into the kitchen, I spoke out of my brother's dilemma.

She must surely have heard me, but she said nothing; and that set the tone ─ I was not going to bother with her if she was in one of her uncommunicative moods.

In fact, I believe that it was not quite 12:30 p.m. when I sought my afternoon nap, only to remain abed until possibly as late as 3:20 p.m. ─ this was most unusual for me. I figured that by then my wife would have already left if she was scheduled to work the latter part of today, but she was only then preparing to do so.

So I got a "Bye" from her as she headed for the front door ─ the totality of our conversation today.

There has not been much more to my day. Once I occupied myself for 22 minutes watching Dr. William Makis give a speech recorded on October 28: LIVE EVENT in Red Deer - Arrival of Accountability - The healthcare disaster under Alberta Premier Danielle Smith.

He must have clipped the excerpt from a nearly three-hour video recorded and published October 28 to Rumble's The Lavigne Show channel: The Arrival of Accountability - Uncensored Insights from Dr. Makis, Dr. Shoemaker & Friends.

This was a bath day, so as the afternoon elapsed, I undertook that draining chore. Fully naked near the finish of my Sabbath fast, I weighed 177 or 178 pounds, depending upon how the bathroom scale responded the two times I stepped onto it.

This is somewhat disappointing because I believe that my previous four consecutive weigh-ins near the ends of Sabbath fasts had me no worse than 176 pounds.

I find myself feeling considerable lassitude as mid-evening approaches, and brain fog is strong. I broke my fast soon after my bath.

And then to justify a Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol), I tuned in Cybill here at my bedside computer. The show was season four's episode 11 ("The Golden Years").

Not one of the better episodes, but if you're at all interested and have a decent adblocker on your browser, the episode is presently available at this 123MoviesGo.show link.

The beer did not help, for I barely noticed its effects on top of my supper. I may yet indulge in something further.

And no sooner was that said that I opted to play an episode of Wainy Days that featured Alicia Witt as one of the guest stars.

I knew nothing of the series, so I did not realize that it was an "internet video series" of very short episodes that seem to be available on YouTube. This particular one was season three's episode six ─ or series episode 26 ─ ("Shelly II").

Thankfully Alicia didn't feature in any other episodes, for I have no desire to see others ─ even though this one probably was not six minutes long, for there had to be nearly a minute of advertising clips from other episodes after the closing credits played.

Anyway, I was able to have a can of Cariboo Genuine draft beer (5.5% alcohol) with this short video as my excuse.

By the way, actress Elizabeth Banks in that episode seemed to me that she could easily have been sister to Julie Bowen of Modern Family. I don't recall noticing that before anytime Julie appeared in her guest role on Modern Family "as Mitch and Cam's fun-loving friend Sal".

My drunken brother showed up around 10 p.m. or soon after. He's now got a new debit card. We got into a quarrel because I insisted that the branch must have the ability to print up cards, but he loudly and steadfastly insisted that they only needed to have a store of cards with different digits in the last four places.

Then they electronically make the card unique to the specific customer.

I got so exasperated that I am unsure I could stand watching shows with him this evening even if I had planned to. But I do not ─ I want to rise at 4 a.m., for Sundays are the occasion of my early morning grocery shopping hikes.

Incidentally, my brother got home while I was brushing my teeth. When I emerged from the bathroom, to my great surprise my wife was sitting on her bed in her bedroom ─ she must have shown up almost immediately after him.

She's sober, though, whereas he is stinking drunk. I expect that he will very soon be passed out in front of the T.V. in the darkened living room.

It's now 10:47 p.m., so I am going to publish this post and seclude myself here in my bedroom until my fairly imminent bedtime. My wife is isolating herself in her own bedroom.

What a life!