My bedtime last evening was well ahead of 11 p.m., with my cellphone alarm set for 4 a.m. There was no walk planned due to my self-diagnosed plantar fasciitis that I am seeking to 'speed heal' from by laying off walks for a few days ─ I simply wanted to get a head start on the morning so that I could have some backyard tool shed exercising as soon as it was light enough to see out there (the shed has no electricity).
After sleeping for a while, I found myself awake and struggling a little to return to sleep. I did need some relief in the bathroom, so I tended to that, then returned to bed. It was then that I decided to peek at the time in case it was near enough to 4 a,m. that I could rise.
It was not too very much past 1 a.m.
Eventually I did get to sleep for a brief while, but once awake no further bout of sleep seemed forthcoming, so again I checked the time ─ it was something like 3:18 a.m.
How could I be so awake? I decided then to reset my alarm for 5 a.m.
I did manage a bit further sleep, but it was almost a mercy when my 5 a.m. alarm sounded.
I was to find that my eldest stepson apparently had one of his 12-hour shifts scheduled for 6 a.m., for he was shut up in the bathroom. I went downstairs to boil water for a mug of instant coffee with the works, and he meantime vacated the bathroom.
By then my water had boiled, so I fixed up my coffee and returned upstairs, not having laid eyes on the young man. And anon, he left on his fairly lengthy drive to Tree Island Steel where he works.
I passed time here at my bedside computer, being careful to be fairly mindful of the progress of sufficient daylight allowing me to use the shed. I also wanted to turn off the outside Christmas lights that my younger brother had not unplugged when he had retired.
Even at 7 a.m. one could hardly declare that it was daytime, for the night has barely faded. But I ventured out to the shed regardless, and in fairly sort order my eyes adjusted to the deep gloom in the shed and I had my six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups using the old child's slide's ladder that I laid across several of the roof's rafters years ago.
The sides of that old ladder have too much diameter to allow of an actual grip, but at least my thumbs do allow for a semblance of one. And so my totals were 6-2-3-3-2-2. Just as when I exercise at an elementary school playground, I open with two sets of pull-ups, then two sets of chin-ups, and finally two sets of pull-ups between the two bars ─ and I held a hang after the very final pull-up for a 40-count.
Once back into the house, I finished with 15 full-range push-ups on the linoleum floor of the kitchen. I lower myself down slowly until I am just able to feel my thighs and torso barely touching the floor, then I elevate until my elbows lock out before lowering for the next push-up.
It's very studied and intense.
I felt myself declining towards 8 a.m. when I could hear my brother stirring about, so I opted to lie in bed and at least rest my eyes if not actually nap, and then join him just after 9 a.m. for some T.V.
And that I did.
At his invitation to tune in something with our Android TV Box, I lined up two videos that had been published yesterday at Rumble's AKStraightSpeaks channel:
Video features; Tom Homan, AOC, Canadian Immigration, Asylum seekers, international students, India, CBC.
Video talks about Joe pardoning Hunter, Trudeau not fighting for Keystone, Trump's reaction and I threw in a word about Kash Patel.
After those, my brother had to ready and hasten off to pick up his girlfriend Bev a couple of miles away so that she could begin the process of applying for social assistance, according to what an extremely long telephone conversation that she had yesterday explained (I believe that my brother related that Bev said she had been on the call for 1½ hours, no doubt an exaggeration).
This morning she was to have visited her bank for whatever information had been requested, and then she would have to take that information to whatever the social assistance offices are now referred to as.
Well, my brother was back in no more than an hour. It seems that when he took Bev to the bank, she went in ... and then was soon out again, proclaiming that only one teller was open, and the lineup was 20 people long.
So they decided they would try again in the afternoon.
My brother also said that they drove past the social assistance offices, and there was a lineup outside of some distance.
Anyway, with him back home, we got back into some T.V., but this time I began playing some videos I had previously downloaded onto a flash or thumb drive.
The first was 17 minutes (17:08), and had been uploaded January 6, 2016, to YouTube's Proper Gander channel: Anonymous and Wikileaks - Anonymous Documentary.
Anonymous has been a longtime advocate of WikiLeaks and its founder Julian Assange, vocally supporting the website’s mission of sharing secret data, news leaks, and classified information with the public.
Anonymous has long been one of WikiLeaks's most loyal and vocal allies. Supporters bearing Anonymous posters regularly turned out at Julian Assange's public announcements, and members of the group have waged an online campaign against critics of the whistleblowers' site. The computer hacker collective Anonymous has distanced itself from WikiLeaks, claiming the whistleblowers' site has become too focused on the personal tribulations of its founder, aka Mendax, Julian Assange.
Wikileaks inspires a lot of controversy, such as the 9/11 cover-up, ufo footage, and aliens, to name a few.
The next video was probably around an hour long, but my brother bowed out around 11:45 a.m. with maybe 15 minutes remaining to the video, so we will have to finish it in a day or two. He went on up to his bedroom for some bed rest.
After he left in the early afternoon to pick up Bev again, I finally pursued a needed nap. I was still in bed when he later returned to leave his van here, and then he headed off on foot for a bus so that he could begin his daily social drinking.
I wish to say a little of my wife now.
She arrived home last evening while I was shut up in my bedroom to avoid entanglement with my brother who had newly arrived home. I had no intention of watching any T.V. with him ─ not when I had plans to be rising at 4 a.m. overnight.
I almost came forth from my bedroom to wish my wife a goodnight when I was set to retire ─ in fact, I did emerge; but she was in her own bedroom with her bedroom door only slightly ajar as she watched videos on her tablet or smartphone somewhere out of sight behind the door.
She evidently had a full workday today at the Thai restaurant that employs her part-time, so this morning she rose around 9:40 to 9:45 a.m. to shower and otherwise ready, and then left on her rather long drive at approximately the same time that my brother was about to drive off for the first time to pick up Bev.
My wife seemed in a reasonably good-humoured mood, which I appreciated.
She normally has Wednesdays off work, so I suppose I can expect to have her here for the day tomorrow.
My eldest stepson surprised me ─ after he was home from work in the early evening ─ by bringing up to me a smallish box containing a large batter-fried piece of chicken with some French fries. The small meal was still very hot. The box had no identification, but the piece of chicken resembled the sort of fare offered at Church's Texas Chicken.
I had meant to get out this evening and try walking the ¾ of a mile to the nearest Save-On-Foods as a test of my foot, but my computer began bogging down so badly in the latter afternoon that it was taking a minute or more to respond to anything I did. By the time my eldest stepson had come home, I was waiting minutes for this stupid machine to react ─ it had all but frozen. When finally I had waited about 10 minutes for a reaction that never came, I gave up and just restarted it.
All seems well since then.
But it completely impeded my work on this post; and before I knew it, the time was well after 8 p.m. and I was nowhere near finished this post. Since I will be sitting up late tonight watching shows with my brother once he is back home, I decided to cancel the walk. I would not have time to work on the post after my outing, for my brother might be home by then.
At least now I can have some further foot rehabilitation time, thereby saving it from any walking until Thursday.
And with that said, I am bringing this post to a close at 9:19 p.m.
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