Tuckered

There was no requirement last night for my 4 a.m. alarm. I was to find myself sufficiently awake that I finally checked the time at either 3:17 or 3:27 a.m. and opted to rise then.

I went directly to the bathroom and was stroaning when suddenly the light for the short hallway leading from the top of the stairs to the bathroom was turned on.

The light can be switched on from downstairs, since it also illuminates the stairway; and that was what happened. The light switch is part of a bank of four light switches and often gets mistakenly chosen by anyone who has just come into the house and wants to light up the area just inside the doorway.

No one came upstairs immediately, so I resorted to my bedroom and pulled the door closed.

It was my wife newly home after some partying following her latter day hours at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

She was not to remain up for too much longer, for the house had been in darkness because both of her sons had gone to bed.

And so I got a slightly later start in having my ¾ of a mile round trip hike over to the elementary school playground for a half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups ─ it was at least 4:11 a.m. when I headed for the door.

I walked with leisure, not wanting to aggravate my left foot's plantar fasciitis. I suppose that it could be a deeply bruised heel, but there is no apparent discolouration as I would expect from a bruise.

There had been some rain much earlier, but I was to find it rather breezy with broken cloud blowing above and even some moonlight.

It was necessary to wipe a jungle gym monkey bar dry to exercise with. The top of the bar was dry, but the bottom was heavy with the past raindrops.

My performance was unspectacular, and done with my jacket on: 5-2-3-3-2-2. As usual, two sets of pull-ups, followed by two sets of chin-ups, and then two sets of pull-ups between a pair of gymnastic-style rings.

I made an attempt at a hang following the final rings pull-up, but quite recently the playground had fresh sawdust spread about and this gave an elevation such that I have to raise my feet behind me to avoid having them touching the sawdust. But doing so started to trigger a cramping in my left leg's hamstrings, so I gave up after a 10-count.

But I did not wholly surrender. I instead went back to the monkey bars and used two of those, first doing an additional pair of pull-ups between the two bars. I held the hang for a 40-count, but it was not easy. As I have said before, just hanging loose with no tensing of musculature starts to feel rather like undergoing a bit of torture as in the device known as "the rack", inexorably stretching the limbs until they dislocate at the joints as a prelude to having the arms pulled right away from the body itself.

Thereafter I was only able to perform 10 slow full-range decline push-ups an a nearby cement ramp.

Once I was back home I weighed myself attired precisely as I had been at the playground, and found that I was around 190 pounds. It is going to be interesting to see what my nude weight is in just one or two hours when my Sabbath fast will be nearing its completion. The hope is that I am still below 180 pounds naked.

It has been a most windy day. Midafternoon I finally had to close my bedroom window because it was no longer tolerable having the chilly wind keeping the room so unpleasant to be in ─ this is where I have this computer. Not having taken in any calories since finishing a beer at 6:50 p.m. yesterday, my metabolism is not in high gear.

After my nighttime outing, I got back to bed around 6:10 or 6:15 a.m. at worst (I think), and was up again around 8:30 a.m. (again, I think). My younger brother had by then been up quite some while and was watching T.V.

I joined him around 8:45 a.m. at latest.

He soon invited me to activate our Android TV Box, but he added that he was having to leave around 9:30 a.m. to take his van to have the mandated ignition interlock device 'recalibrated' and to have extracted whatever data it had accumulated concerning attempts to drive that it had blocked ─ apparently there is a fine of maybe $48 for each such block.

I think that he claimed that the device had been installed August 17, and was mandated for six months. He opted to have these 'recalibrations' done every two months as opposed to a nuisance monthly operation.

Anyway, my video choice was in excess of an hour (1:07:04) and had been published yesterday to Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel: A Canadian City Police Dept Shamed Into Firing Board Staffer For Christian Values On Her Instagram.

Interview:
BC Canada's CANCEL Culture Cancels Vancouver Police Dept Vice Chair Of Board and African Canadian Comfort Sakoma For Her Christian & Canadian Values. I Have A "No Holds Barred" Freedom Of Speech Interview With Comfort Sakoma. We Discuss The Blatant Agenda To Shame & Cancel Canada's Tax Paying Christians By Radical Activists In Media & Education, The Removal Of Christmas & Canadian Heritage In Many Public Schools To Make "Newcomers" Feel More Comfortable, Marxism, Communism And How White Liberal Women Try To Cancel Black Christian Conservatives Just Like Her.

It was a far better video than recent ones Odessa Orlewicz has been putting out. I am finding that her only enjoyable videos are those in which she has one or more guests.

Naturally my brother had to leave well before the video's finish, so I paused it until his return, which was pretty close to 11 a.m.

While he was away, I researched and decided to uninstall the SmartTube app in our Android TV Box, for not only was the search feature not working, no videos would play. The YouTube app is just not worth bothering with ─ YouTube is so infernally heavily commercialized. The SmartTube app allowed access to YouTube without any commercials whatsoever.

I had seen that our version was not the latest, so after uninstalling it, I downloaded the latest (version 25.08; the one I uninstalled was not yet at version 25). And now I am happy once more ─ I keenly missed being able to use SmartTube.

Until I realized that there was a later version, I had downloaded an app called NewPipe, but I do not at all appreciate its interface. As far as I can tell, its search feature requires the exact title of any specific YouTube video one might want to watch, and I often watch videos that are a half dozen years old. I made one search to try it out, but I didn't watch anything ─ I felt that there just had to be something more like SmartTube. Little did I realize that there was a better SmartTube!

When my brother and I finished watching Odessa's video, I then resorted to the flash or thumb drive that I presently have inserted into our Android TV Box. Alas, for some reason the video I wanted to play would not do so on any of the various players I tried. I then tried a movie that I had downloaded, but it was dubbed in a foreign language, so that was out.

What was next in line was an older episode of America's Untold Stories that proved to be something over 1⅓ hours long. However, this was not discovered until something like 12:20 p.m. when my brother finally needed to know because he wanted some bed rest before leaving to catch a bus in order to go and engage his daily social drinking.

I will identify the specific video once we have completed watching it in the next day or two.

Could it have been near 1:45 p.m. when I was set to once more return to bed for a nap? My brother was by then stirring in his bedroom; and my wife had finally emerged from her bedroom to shut herself up in the bathroom.

These Sabbath fasts and the coffee abstention that I throw into the bargain leave me so brain-fogged and listless that the lure is there to just hibernate in bed and thereby escape full awareness of both time and the sense of privation I am feeling.

After a while in bed as a drifted in and out of my nap, concern about not having communication with my wife had me check the time ─ if she was to have to return to work in the latter afternoon, she usually leaves no later than 3:10 p.m.

Well, that was the time. I hustled up and emerged from my bedroom, but she was gone.

I have since nursed both some guilt and some despondence.

Right now it is 5:46 p.m., and as I said in yesterday's post, even though it gets dark by 4:30 p.m. and I could normally soon break my fast, due to how late I finally finished my third can of beer yesterday, today I am delaying the breaking of my fast until 7 p.m. to ensure just over 24 hours.

But I have just finished that nude weigh-in I have been anticipating ─ somehow, at most I am 177 pounds. It is little wonder that doing pull-ups and chin-ups at 190 pounds is a strain.

I am taking a break now so that I can kill some time by watching a series I follow.

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I watched Prodigal Son ─ episode seven ("Face Value") of season two. Always suspenseful, exciting, and sometimes almost titillating.

I broke my fast just past 7 p.m., a filling repast that has left me even closer to grogginess. Part of that meal was some sort of 'take out' fare that my youngest stepson ordered for delivery.

I shall be getting to bed relatively early this evening, although I have no concrete plans for the morning. My left foot will not allow me to have two outings tomorrow in all likelihood, so I am considering saving myself for one in the evening.

The outing I had today well ahead of dawn did serve to aggravate my plantar fasciitis or whatever it is that I have going on with my left foot. The sensitivity has eased up since the morning, but my heel was very tender to the touch. Specifically, it is in the region by the instep at the inside of the foot, and from where the heel curves down toward the arch. That is where most of the sensitivity resides, but the whole of the curve of the heel is involved, as well as the soft underside of the arch itself.

I am going to bring this post to a close because I am just too groggy ─ I would love to just go directly to bed, but it isn't yet quite 8:30 p.m. To do so even by midevening would probably result in me being unable to sleep longer than 3 a.m.

We shall see. It is now 8:35 p.m.