Possibly I am incorrect, but I think that I may have gotten to bed last evening by 11 p.m., and I dispensed with setting my cellphone alarm.
It was around 4:30 a.m. when I was awake enough to be curious on the time, and I only rose then because I wanted to see if my left foot's self-diagnosed plantar fasciitis was reduced enough to allow me the walk of three or so blocks to the nearby elementary school playground so that I could exercise there instead of having to wait until there was sufficient light to be able to see out in the backyard tool shed.
My eldest stepson must have had one of his 6 a.m. 12-hour shifts scheduled, for he seemed to rise very soon after I had. This was bad news. I keep my outings as secret as I can, so I shut myself into my bedroom to allow him the full liberty of the house to ease into his readying and his eventual departure on his rather long drive to Tree Island Steel.
A point arrived when he came upstairs to occupy the bathroom for quite some while, as he often does ─ I had anticipated that he might. It was actually a good opportunity for me to make my escape, but for one looming block ─ I had developed a strong need to vacate my bowels.
And so I chafed here in my bedroom as I bided time until finally he surrendered the facilities and went back downstairs to hustle his readiness.
I obtained my essential relief, and then waited back in my bedroom until it was apparent that he was about to head off.
I then got myself ready and ventured forth as well to test my foot, but it was quickly evident that it had not recovered sufficiently from Thursday evening's damaging four-mile round trip hike to buy my younger brother's Christmas 1.75-litre bottle of Scotch.
I hope to be able to make the 1½-mile round trip hike Sunday morning to deposit my brother's monthly expenses reconciliation cheque and then do some grocery shopping at the nearest Save-On-Foods outlet, so it was folly to force out a damaging walk to exercise at the school playground ─ I would have to sit tight at home until there was just enough daylight for me to see out in the shed.
Then perhaps around 6 a.m. even that began to appear as unlikely, for my brother began stirring in his bedroom and emerged, apparently unable to easily sleep. He has been suffering considerably every since he felt over a Jersey barrier several evenings ago when he was walking through the alley beside our house after he had bused home from his daily social drinking.
He can't bend over, suspecting it to be possible from the pain that a rib might be broken. He can only pick up anything by slowly sinking into a bit of a squat, and / or bending strictly at the waist with utmost slowness and while ensuring that his upper body remains as straightened as if he was standing erect.
Sneezing and coughing are agonizing. He is just thankful that he is retired and does not have to work.
Unfortunately where sleep is concerned, he is drastically limited on what postures he can assume in bed. Rolling over is a major and tedious involvement, and he cannot lie on any part of the side where his ribs are hurt. So as soon as he has exhausted a comfortable position in bed that allows for sleep, he is not left with much in the way of switching into some new comfortable pose.
Thus, he rose early. But all he did was go downstairs, and then he came back up. He was just too ill-slept to try to remain up ─ already he was in the need for further sleep. The toll of rising and dressing, and then going downstairs, was all the expenditure that was required.
And my looming later outing to the backyard tool shed was back on the books. I would not have gone had he remained up. That secrecy thing that I have going, you see. Exercise is also very private to me.
Due to heavy cloud cover, it was at least 7:30 a.m. before enough of the night had lifted for me to be able to see within the shed. I was able to match my performances of both Tuesday and Thursday early a.m., but only because I had those sessions as my target.
So using the child's slide's ladder that I have stretched across three or four rafters, and using one of its thickened sides as my chin-up bar after standing up on an old chair, I engaged first two sets of pull-ups (6-2), then two sets of chin-ups (3-3), and lastly two sets of pull-ups between the two sides of the ladder (2-2). I held a hang following the very final pull-up for practically a 45-count.
Hanging loosely like that is almost like experiencing a taste of the rack where the joints of shoulders and elbows are concerned ─ there is a brutal stretch. The floor of the shed is too much of a drop. I cannot use the chair to stand on for the pull-ups between the sides of the slide's ladder because I need the clearance for my feet that it would not allow. Instead, I use a stepladder that is leaning nearby, and the edge of a small table-like shelf built against the wall. But once the hang is endured, it is a frantic effort to try and gain a step of the stepladder with my nearest (fortunately healthy) foot before my grip, shoulders, and arms give out.
And once down to the floor, even the longitudinal muscles alongside my spine ─ and the vertebra of the spine ─ are uncomfortably stretched such that I have to initially move with utmost gingerness. When first I began such stretching hangs, the aforementioned longitudinal muscles of my spine threatened cramping after I had released and attained the shed floor.
If you have never had one of those long muscles cramp, you are fortunate. It happened to me but once some years ago, and the aftermath lasted for a few crippling days, most of which I spent in bed.
I finished the exercising this morning with 15 full-range slow push-ups in the house on the kitchen floor.
After maybe a half hour or a little more, I was ready for a return to bed. Possibly I was there for 1½ hours or so.
Today is a Sabbath fast that will not see me breaking until after 6 p.m. Of late, these fasts have found me experiencing a nearly phenomenal ability and want to be in bed napping away consciousness and time.
When my brother finished with the Saturday morning edition of Vancouver Sun that I subscribe to, he turned on the T.V. That was my cue to join him downstairs.
It was raining outside, and at times it was coming down hard.
When I put our Android TV Box to work, we were to start off with a 12-minute video published yesterday at Rumble's AnitaKrishna channel: When will we go to the polls? MP's agree to drop date change.
The Canadian Federal election is supposed to be held on 3rd Monday of Oct every 4 years, which would make itOct 20, 2025.
Liberals/NDP say Diwali falls on Oct 20, 2025, so push it to Oct 27, 2025 which would have guaranteed pensions for 2 term Liberal and NDP's MP's.
But now the MPs agree to drop proposed change to next fixed election date--I'm in disbelief but a report out today says it's true.
The next video I selected gave me some trouble just over the halfway mark. At just over an hour (1:05:54), it had been published two days ago by Vaccine Choice Canada.
I first played it at Rumble: WHAT IS MAKING OUR CHILDREN SICK? Panel Discussion w Dr. Michelle Perro.
A Panel Discussion with Dr. Michelle Perro, Dr. Stephen Malthouse and Ted Kuntz
Do you wonder what is causing the alarming increase in diseases like asthma, allergies and childhood cancers?
In Canada, one of every two children has a chronic health condition, making this the sickest generation ever. Our panelists will share insights on what is causing this epidemic of chronic illness and highlight strategies for raising health children. This is the first in a series of panel discussion to focus on specific threats to the health of our children.
The video plays through now, but I tried it on both the Rumble app downloaded into our Android TV Box, and also at the Rumble website online, with the same result ─ at three or so minutes over the halfway mark, the video simply stalled. Even if I jumped ahead, it did not matter.
So I resorted to BitChute here, and it played from the point of the Rumble stall with no issue whatsoever.
I was also to tune in a video I had previously downloaded onto a flash or thumb drive ─ we had departed from the video a couple or so days ago. However, we did not manage finishing it this morning, either ─ my brother wanted to seek further bed rest. Consequently, I will wait until we have watched it before remarking about it.
My wife had not yet risen and emerged from her bedroom when I returned to bed to nap ─ it was sometime during the noon hour.
I knew that she was likely going to be leaving for work if she had the latter afternoon scheduled. She typically leaves around 3:10 p.m. on such days. Well, I definitely napped. The point arrived when I wondered if it was yet dark ─ I had napped so effectively with my blindfold (a bandana) on. So I peeked and saw that it was still light outside. However, a check of the time revealed it to be 3:20 p.m. ─ I had missed my wife, I thought.
But it proved to not be so ─ she was just running late, and was on her way by 3:30 p.m. My guilt at not sharing a goodbye was assuaged.
The thing about that nap is that I fully intended to sleep more ─ only my concern about my wife had gotten me up.
Of course my brother was already gone ─ he had gone forth and caught a bus to engage his social drinking. My suspicion is that he will not be particularly late this evening in getting himself home as a result of his poor sleep and his crippled status.
I have no intention of sitting up this evening watching any T.V. with him ─ not when I have that hoped-for early outing for the ATM and some grocery shopping. Actually, I may hold off on depositing my brother's cheque and instead just withdraw money ─ I only have $25 in my wallet.
But we shall see ─ I may not even be capable of the walk.
My fasting has paid off somewhat, though. Just ahead of 6 p.m. I had a totally naked weigh-in: 176 pounds. I was concerned that with all of my walks missed this past week, my metabolism would be slowing down. But I am two or three pounds lighter than my weigh-in last Saturday.
I had a hankering for a Christmas movie, but I like and need to do some drinking during them to enhance my emotions. Since I was unable to drink until after 6 p.m., by the time I had gathered together some supper and researched just what movie to watch, it was 6:30 p.m.
My brother could well be back home considerably before 8 p.m., and Christmas movies tend to run around 1½ hours ─ I was forced to recognize that I just did not have the time to spare for one.
And honestly, beer has little appeal when I am hankering to quell hunger. I would actually have preferred to have a big mug of hot instant coffee with the works. But I'll forego both the beer and the coffee.
I have since recently eaten, and I discern that I want my bed and more sleep in my very near future. Heck, it won't surprise me if I am back in the sack by 9 p.m.
Concerning that rain, it did stop in the late morning. I have not noticed any resumption.
It is 7:27 p.m. ─ enough blogging for today.
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