Despite getting to bed a little later than I intended to last evening ─ heck, it may have been during the midnight hour ─ I still was unable to sleep through to my 4 a.m. alarm. In fact, it seems to me that I needed a bathroom break shortly after 2 a.m. and was so awake at that point that I decided to set my alarm for 5 a.m. The only reason I was getting up early was so that I would be able to get in some exercising out in the backyard tool shed as soon as it was light enough to be able to see in there, and that doesn't happen until after 7 a.m. now.
My younger brother had given up the T.V. and gone to his own bedroom for the night at 11 p.m. last evening ─ this was apparent even from my vantage shut up in my bedroom and entertaining myself here at my bedside computer.
He was to prove the somewhat spoiler of my plans this morning, though, for at around 7 a.m. he had gotten up and was showering. It was still dark outside; but even if there had been sufficient daylight, I did not feel up to being harried with that exercising by trying to be done and back into the house before he knew of it. Besides, the final portion of my exercising was to involve some push-ups on the kitchen floor linoleum, and I had no desire to have him suddenly intruding if he was not already downstairs.
As I suspected, yesterday afternoon he had not been able to get his girlfriend to her bank for the required information she was told that she needed in order to apply for social assistance ─ she was still feeling unwell.
So he was up early to try and get her to the bank this morning before there were any lineups.
However, he was feeling miserable. It seems that in coming home last evening via the short alley beside our house, he had fallen over one of the cement barriers that are paired at each end of the alley to block motorized traffic. I suppose they are a type of Jersey barrier, although they are much more triangular and very similar to this:
This is the second time that I know of where he has tripped and fallen over these barriers in the dark while coming home drunk after getting off a bus.
He had also slept badly due to considerable physical trauma resulting from the impact of slamming his rather corpulent torso to the pavement. Maybe he even fell against the barrier he stumbled over.
I watched some of the news programmes with him that he kept switching around on T.V. to avoid commercial breaks. I wondered just when he was going to leave, for I had stiffened up and was myself growing both hungry and listless.
And then maybe around 8:30 a.m. he announced that he was going to return to his bed for a bit further rest before heading off to pick up Bev; and after he did head on upstairs to his bedroom, I moved about to limber up as best I could, and then went forth to the tool shed and was barely able to match my performance of early Tuesday for pull-ups and chin-ups in the six sets I essayed: 6-2-3-3-2-2.
I held the hang of the final pull-up for better than a 40-count before coming into the house for 15 full-range push-ups.
My brother soon enough came back downstairs, hoping that his van would start ─ i.e., that the ignition interlock device would not judge him to be 'under the influence' and refuse to start his van. Towards this end, it was why he had curbed his evening yesterday, and he only drank two further beers after getting home.
All went well with the van, and he got away without impediment from that monitoring device.
He was to return maybe an hour later. He got Bev to the bank before it had yet opened at 9:30 a.m., and she was able to get her needed information, returning to the van after maybe 10 minutes. However, the social services offices had a lineup extending right around the building, so now the plan is to try and get there 'first thing' tomorrow.
This is wreaking havoc on my morning video-viewing with my brother.
We did have time after he was back to watch a 45-minute video published two days ago to Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel: Leaked NASA Doc From 2001 Exposed Military Tech Being Honed To OFF Humans By 2025 "Quietly".
Leaked NASA Document WRITTEN IN 2001 Exposed Military Tech Being Honed By 2025 To "0ff" Humans In A Quiet & Clandestine Way & Kissinger's Final Words: "Humans Must Merge With AI."
Then it was on to a couple of videos that I had previously downloaded onto a thumb or flash drive, the first video of which we had mostly watched a couple of mornings ago. At 57 minutes, it had been published April 8, 2022, to Rumble's America's Untold Stories channel: Joe Coleman - The Walking Ghost of Old America.
Joe Coleman is a world-renowned painter, writer and performer who has exhibited for four decades in major museums throughout the world. This description only scratches the surface so of course Mark Groubert knows him.
Next was a 12-minute (12:18) video uploaded May 6, 2022, to YouTube's Dates and Dead Guys channel: Khonsu: Who is the Egyptian God from Moon Knight?
The Marvel series, Moon Knight, draws heavily from Ancient Egyptian Mythology. The show models its god after a violent ancient deity who is a complicated figure. He is a powerful killer but also regarded as a healer and protector by his worshippers. In this episode I work through the ancient pyramid and coffin texts and compare Marvel’s depiction of Khonsu, the Moon god, to that of the ancient Egyptians.
We were to get a short distance into one further video, but suspended it for another time so that my brother could seek some bed rest.
I was not too very much longer in pursuing a needed nap that I believe took me to after 2 p.m., by which time my brother had bused away to social drink.
I am going to bring this post to an early close because I hope to motivate myself ─ maybe with a good shot of Captain Morgan Dark Rum (40% alcohol) ─ to undertake the four-mile round trip hike to the nearest government liquor store to buy my brother's Christmas bottle of Scotch, and to also test out my self-diagnosed plantar fasciitis. I have had no walks since the one that laid me up early Saturday, so I hope that I have taken enough time for recovery.
Obviously I ought not to push the pace. The liquor store closes at 9 p.m., so I need to have ample time to arrive there relatively leisurely.
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