It may be that I was to my bed last evening before quite 10:30 p.m., but I do not remember. My cellphone alarm was set for 3:30 a.m., but I sure didn't need it due to poor sleep. I rose at one point for bathroom relief, and in returning checked the time at 2:25 a.m. When I was still nowhere closer to getting to sleep at 2:45 a.m., I decided to quit wasting my time and so got up.
At least the house was in darkness.
By 3:30 a.m. I was already on my way for exercise at the elementary school playground maybe three blocks from here. The sky seemed quite clear, and it was unusually chilly. Yet in the alleyway beside our house, as I was approaching the first right-angle turn, I could discern a very large dark shape that ought not to be there. It proved to be some idiot standing astraddle his bicycle there in the dark, possibly hunched over ─ it was hard to tell. Nevertheless, at least he was conscious for as I was about to pass, he uttered a low "Hey" to which I responded in kind as I continued without stopping.
I needed to pass right beside him, so I was on alert in case he attempted an assault of any kind.
The short alleyway has three such right-angle turns as it leads foot traffic to a main avenue where ─ just two homes along ─ is a 7/Eleven store. I cross the avenue before reaching the store, but as I walked the other side, I could see the store attendant pushing around a contraption on the lot, probably salting it due to how near to freezing it was. Meantime, there was some homeless or street person standing by the store basically just swaying from side to side, all the while lowly but loudly moaning incoherently, clearly strung out on his drug of opportunity or choice.
I would have been uncomfortable had I been the store employee.
My left foot's plantar fasciitis (or whatever is amiss with it) seemed overly sensitive, but at least I was managing to walk without any noticeable limp. Still, I did not expect it to be as sensitive as it was this early into my trip.
At the school, everything was drenched with condensation, and I am frankly getting damned sick of finding this all the bloody time. I had to waste some time wiping dry a couple of jungle gym monkey bars for use.
Now, I can claim to have matched at least my last couple of exercise sessions there, but this time those totals were truly sloppily and even only partially achieved.
Thus in the first two sets of pull-ups: 6-3. The next two sets of chin-ups: 3-3. And the two sets of pull-ups on the gymnastics-style rings: 2-2. But those rings pull-ups were pathetically poor, for the final pull-up was probably only half done. Meantime, I needed to do lots of kicking and heaving in the other sets to get those numbers, and sometimes all I managed was to just stick the end of my chin barely above the bar.
I felt so ridiculously heavy.
After the rings I returned to the monkey bars for a set of two pull-ups between two of the bars, and then I just held a loose hang after completing the final of those pull-ups, counting off to 50.
My weakness carried over to the cement ramp, for in the set of slow full-range push-ups there, I collapsed after just eight.
I had not weighed myself before leaving home, but I did so after getting back, and I was around 188 pounds fully dressed in the wear I had on at the playground. This is not at all inordinately heavy, but maybe I was just logey, for I had felt rather overfull yesterday after my day's first meal, and then I had more to eat at supper than I had wanted nor intended.
Still, I am grasping as to why my performance was so poor. I felt rested enough. It just makes no sense to me, and was most discouraging.
I was to get back to bed by around 5:45 a.m., I would say. I had prudently already been shut up into my bedroom out of just concern that my eldest stepson would be rising to begin readying for his 12-hour shift that begins at 6 a.m.
I never slept really well thereafter, but I managed to remain in bed until around 8:30 a.m., by which time my younger brother was downstairs watching T.V. As usual, I waited until a little past 9 a.m. before going downstairs to boil water for an instant coffee and to join him.
When I began operating our Android TV Box, I led off with a 1½-hour (1:35:20) video published January 8 to Rumble's Vaccine Choice Canada channel: Panel Discussion with Dr. Suzanne Humphries, Dr. Stephen Malthouse & Ted Kuntz.
On Jan 7/25 Ted Kuntz and Dr Stephen Malthouse were joined by special guest, Dr Suzanne Humphries, co-author of the ground-breaking books Dissolving Illusions: Disease, Vaccines and the Forgotten History, 10th anniversary edition and Dissolving Illusions companion book. Their discussion focused on the two diseases that are most often sited as proof of the effectiveness of vaccines: smallpox and polio.
Join us to learn the truth about how the vaccines created to prevent these much feared diseases were neither safe nor effective.
* Unfortunately Roman Bystrianyk was unable to join the panel discussion due to medical matters he needed to attend to.
Website: https://drsuzanne.net
Next I tuned in what remained ─ just under half ─ of a 31-minute video that we had broken from yesterday; it had been uploaded December 11, 2019, to YouTube's Talasbuan channel: Butchering Chickens and cosy Winter Market | Off Grid Life.
Episode fifty-three, in which we're butchering chickens and visiting Jamtli Yule market
The actual longer video description includes three reference links to information concerning bone broth, so please refer to it if that topic interests you.
I had just begun another Talasbuan video at 11 a.m., but I reckon my brother had plans for some bed rest and a departure in the noon hour to catch a bus so he could have an earlier than usual start on his daily social drinking.
My wife had another full workday at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, so she emerged from her bedroom around 9:35 a.m. to begin readying, and was away on her fairly long rather sunny drive shortly after 10 a.m.
Although I was not feeling much hunger, once again I did have a meal before tackling an early afternoon nap.
Despite my left foot feeling somewhat aggravated from that early outing, I still do plan on an evening walk. I want to deposit my brother's monthly expenses reconciliation cheque ─ sadly, only $179.03 ─ that I have had since possibly the start of the month. I now do not feel myself in any position to do any grocery shopping at Save-On-Foods almost neighbouring my financial institution, for I am in bad shape financially.
The walk will be approximately a round trip of 1½ miles, so my left foot may suffer for the challenge.
This will be a late night of T.V. with my brother ─ and at least a couple of cans of beer, of course ─ once both of us are back home.
I decided to watch a show before my eldest stepson was home from work, for his younger brother had gone out a little earlier and I was home alone. And so I tuned in Katy Keene ─ episode 10 ("Chapter Ten: Gloria") of its sole season. I'm essentially just watching the series to be done with it, for all the Gay stuff rather repels me.
I last watched an episode sometime in November, and probably had at least one beer during it, but this time I drank nothing, and found the episode rather interesting. I attribute most of that to the Gloria Grandbilt character, as played by actress Katherine LaNasa. This is the first time that the character and actress actually appealed to me physically ─ I had always been less than neutral about her.
I realize now that Katherine was pretty darned hot when she was younger, and even in Katy Keene still had lots going for her. Heck, this is her in 2019 when she was maybe 53 years old ─ check out those magnificent legs:
The woman has one fine set of calves, nor are those thighs unremarkable! Why is none of this made apparent on Katy Keene? Katherine is physically fabulous, and it took me 10 episodes to recognize this!
Now I actually have something to look forward to whenever it may be that I next watch an episode.
Okay, it is 7:16 p.m., and I have had a supper. I'm going to lie down for a bit and psych myself up for that walk to my financial institution's ATM so I can deposit my brother's cheque.
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