My bedtime last night was comfortably ahead of 11 p.m., and fairly soon after I had heard what proved to be my younger brother coming into the house. I had been hoping that my wife would show up first so that we could fill out her passport renewal application, for she supposedly planned to visit a centre in person today to begin the long wait to finally have the application taken.
With my brother home, I had shut my bedroom door to isolate myself from him, for I would not be sitting up watching T.V. My cellphone alarm was set for 6 a.m. to get me up early enough to have a mug of coffee and otherwise psyche up for some early exercise out in the backyard tool shed before my brother rose for the morning.
At some point well after 2 a.m. I was to find myself awake following some sleep, and I felt refreshed enough that I could have risen. But I did not, and eventually got back to sleep.
I later rose well past 4 a.m. to use the bathroom, and discovered that my wife's bedroom door was still ajar ─ she had not come home.
And when my alarm chimed at 6 a.m., rousing me to rise, she had still not come home. It is now 4:42 p.m. as I type these words this largely sunny day, and nothing has changed ─ she has not even texted me.
So much for her wanting to renew her passport today!
Anyway, after my morning mug of coffee, I did have my tool shed exercise ─ again, most unspectacular: three sets of pull-ups (5-2-2), three sets of chin-ups (2-2-2), and two sets of pull-ups (2-2) between sides of the child's playground ladder that I have spread across a few of the shed's rafters for these exercises.
I have no chin-up bar to exercise on.
After a 30-count following the very last set I did attempt a loose dead hang, but I had to quit at a count of 15 because I was unable by then to retain my hold with my hands cupped over the ladder sides ─ those sides are too thick to securely grasp.
And back in the house, I put in 15 slow, full-range push-ups on the kitchen linoleum floor.
My brother was to emerge from his bedroom around 8 a.m. to go downstairs for coffee and to watch T.V. But as usual, I never joined him until just past 9 a.m.
Upon getting his clearance to take over our viewing via our Android TV Box, I tuned in a very good interview ─ over 1½ hours (1:37:57) ─ published January 31 at Rumble's Maryann Gebauer channel: Dr. Roger Hodkinson | What is going on in Alberta?
Pathologist and biotech company chairman Dr. Roger Hodkinson lives in Alberta and shares insight on the sentiment in Alberta surrounding the future of Canada and Alberta. He shares opinions on Danielle Smith, Trudeau, RFK and Alberta’s future independence or merger with the US. He also offers an expert opinion on mRNA vaccines and the future of this technology for cancer.
Our next video was only 11 minutes, yet my brother had me suspend it at approximately the halfway mark yesterday so he could go for some bed rest. Thus, we finished watching it this morning. It had been originally uploaded December 29, 2020, to YouTube's The Why Files channel: Nanorobotics & Nanotechnology | Changes Our Lives Forever.
The topic disgusts me, so I have no desire to reproduce the lengthy description.
Our final video was a movie, which we only got about 40 minutes into ─ another hour or so remains. Thus, I shall report on it once we have finished viewing it.
My midday meal was most filling, and now well into my early evening I still feel leaden and taxed. My early afternoon nap possibly helped with its assimilation, but I feel like I need another nap.
I want to get out this evening and make the 1½-or-so-mile round trip hike to Save-On-Foods to buy entries ($120 in total) for the BC Children's Hospital Choices Lottery. These types of lottery are my only hope of ever becoming truly free while I still have enough life in me to do anything with the time remaining to me.
I need to have a little rest in darkness before I ready for that frigid outing in the 1½ or so inches of snow that is as deep as it was when first it fell these past three days, thanks to a constant deepfreeze. I hope I won't have any slick icing to contend with on the walk.
But right now it is 7:25 p.m., so I am closing this post. I will be sitting up late this evening to have two or three cans of beer while watching a few shows with my brother once we are both back home.
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