An Early Homecoming

My cellphone alarm was set for 3 a.m. last night, but I was sufficiently awake that I made a time check shortly after 1 a.m. It had nearly been 10 p.m. when I had gotten to bed, so this seemed unreasonably early to be getting up for any outing.

I tried to sleep for the next half hour with not the slightest approach to that desired state, so I gave up and rose.

I had only eaten midday yesterday ─ my supper had been the two cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) that I had consumed during my evening.

I'm unsure when I got on my way, but I was not in any great rush. I hope it was no worse than an hour after I rose.

I was to see that my wife had not come home.

The sky seemed clear, and there was just a hint of coolness to the night air. My ultimate destination was to be my financial institution's ATM nigh a mile distant, for I had my younger brother's monthly expenses reconciliation cheque of $272.71 to deposit.

My walk itself was uneventful, for I crossed paths with no one. However, on the return trip I stopped in at the elementary school playground where I often exercise ... but all of the equipment was gone. All that remained was the sawdust foundation.

This was infuriating.

The younger children's playground on the other side of the school was still intact, so I had to resort to it, making do with its inferior facilities.

I felt discouragingly heavy, but managed my recent playground best in the opening two sets of pull-ups: six and two. In the two sets of chin-ups that followed, I could only manage two in each set. And I finished with a difficult single pull-up in each of the final two sets performed on a pair of essentially stationary rings. They do rotate, but they are not suspended from chains and thus do not sway.

I returned to the bar I had used for the first four sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, and held a dead hang for an 80-count.

Then I finished up with six slow full-range decline push-ups on a ramp ─ a sloping walkway leading to the door of a portable classroom.

My ability to walk seems to be deteriorating rather than improving ─ my damaged lower quadriceps above my right knee are not improving despite full squats. I need some means of exercising my lower leg, helping it to regain the ability to extend directly in a straight line with my upper leg, for it just hangs at the knee for several discouraging inches.

I remembered to weigh myself as soon as I was back home and still dressed exactly as I had been while exercising ─ I seemed to be hovering at just about 185 pounds.

Somehow I dallied away the time, and before I realized, it was around 5:30 a.m. ─ I had no time nor motivation to water the garden plants outside, for I was very weary and just wanted to get back into bed.

I did not sleep well at all. In fact, I was awake ahead of 8 a.m. and rose then ─ reluctantly. My brother was already watching T.V. downstairs, but I waited until almost 9 a.m. before going downstairs to join him.

When I got his invitation around 9:15 a.m. to put our Android TV Box to work, I led us off with a 52-minute (52:29) video published yesterday at Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel: SHOCKING HOSPITAL NIGHTMARE! Cancer Racket FALSE Diagnosis He Narrowly Escaped!

The CANCER Industry Racket $$$ in full force. This man who had a blockage was told at the hospital he would be DEAD in 10 days if he didn't have emergency surgery to remove his intestines/chemo and radiation. He chose not to believe them and escaped their clutches. How many others have been fooled? He is here to tell his story to Liberty Talk Canada. A MUST SEE interview.

After that I tuned in a series we have not watched in several years ─ Supernatural. I had to guess where it was that we may have left off, and so I estimated episode eight ("The Scorpion and the Frog") of season 13.

I may have been conservative in my estimation, for the episode had a remotely familiar tint to it, but my brother won't likely recall anything. So I will continue from that point hereafter.

Next I tuned in the Abbie Hoffman video I wrote of yesterday ─ an oldie from Rumble's America's Untold Stories channel.

And we finished up with a 10-minute (10:42) video uploaded last November 2 to YouTube's Ember channel: LIVING in my CAR in COLORADO (SOLO female).

Waking up in Walmart parking lot, hiking through an old ranch in the Foothills, finding abandoned antique vehicles, turkeys, a snake, an old homestead relic, swimming in a fresh cold mountain river, boiling eggs, making a salad, solo living female alone in my car in the beautiful state of Colorado

Oh, to be young, able-bodied, and hale again!

Okay, it is 6:41 p.m., and I am going to take a break to watch a show here on my beside computer whilst enjoying a beer. I sunned this afternoon following my nap, and got in something like an hour and 39 minutes, although at times the sky's blue was whited out by haze.

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My first entertainment selection had at least three scenarios that I found quite emotional, so I appreciate that. It was 9-1-1: Lone Star ─ episode seven ("Kiddos") of season five.

I am becoming very drawn to actress Brianna Baker.

My source for the episode was this uFLIX.to link.

After the can of beer that I drew out to last the show, I had a light supper. During it, to my considerable surprise, it could not have been much more than 8:10 p.m. that my wife arrived home.

I commented that she was early, for normally she should still have been working at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time. Her response was that she was sick ─ she had allowed a couple of days ago that she was feeling like she was coming down with something like a cold.

Yet ... she got involved in doing some cooking ─ among the fare, a baking pan of some very husky-looking mushrooms that appeared destined for the oven.

My brother never showed up for 30 - 40 minutes after my wife. I never actually knew for certain just when he got home due to so much traffic in and out of the house ─ I think my youngest stepson had his girlfriend here.

Anyway, 'pon noticing my brother passed out downstairs supposedly watching T.V. with Bev, I shut myself back up into my bedroom and tuned in a new show I've not watched before: Rescue: HI-Surf. Obviously, the "Pilot" episode.

I'm liking it! The characters and the actors portraying them are superb.

I recognized the actress seeming to have the lead role, but I did not recognize her name: Arielle Kebbel. I could not place the woman, but I suspected it might have been from some science fiction series. I see now that it was Midnight Texas. She was pretty darned hot there as a deadly weapons specialist and possible ex-assassin.

I suspect that I have also appreciated her in at least one past Christmas movie.

Rescue: HI-Surf allowed me a second beer, and now I have but five remaining in my supply. I shall have to ride along the next time my brother does his own re-supply.

Incidentally, my source for tonight's episode was this GOOJARA.to link.

I should have gotten to bed earlier. I have another cheque from my brother to deposit, but that will have to wait until after the weekend now ─ I am not going to set my alarm for 3 a.m.

Right now it is 10:34 p.m., so I must start shutting down three browsers and their various tabs, as well as a number of apps.