My bedtime last evening may barely have been past 9:45 p.m., so I set my cellphone alarm for 3 a.m. Apart from the walk to the elementary school playground for some exercise, I also intended to deposit my younger brother's monthly expenses reconciliation cheque. I now forget the exactly amount, but it may have been in the $270 range ─ i.e., but under $180.
I was to find myself awake after sleeping nicely enough. I considered attempting for a further block of sleep, but then it occurred to me that I did not feel too ill-slept to rise then if 3 a.m. was within reason.
I think that it was 2:26 a.m.
I was to find a text sent me from my wife at 11:10 p.m. while I had been early into my sleep ─ her visit to her Thailand family home is just about over, but all she said was:
Hi, how are you ?
So at 2:51 a.m. I responded that I was readying for my outing and that I had been sleeping when she texted. I also removed any sort of obligation she may have felt to be getting me anything that she would bring back with her. I just said to bring herself safely home ─ that was all that I required of her.
She never replied until 5:39 a.m. with some emojis and:
Thank you
I was away on my outing fairly soon after 3 a.m., finding it pleasantly cool out with a night sky somewhat clouded.
As I approached the school, I debated whether to exercise then or on my return. Exercising would require removing my jacket and cap and running the risk of looking a little less neat afterwards. I think my largest concern, though, was that if the equipment was somehow dry, then by the time I returned it might start growing damp with condensation because of the delay. After all, the ATM I was bound for was maybe a mile from home, whereas the school is possibly ⅜ of a mile.
So I decided on a touch test ─ and to my goodly wonder, everything high and low was perfectly dry without even a hint of impending dampness. Honestly, I had thought that I was not likely to find the equipment dry ever again the rest of this year.
It was so securely dry that I decided to visit the ATM and exercise on my return; and that is how this played out.
My defective right knee has me so unstable and clumsy on my feet, and walking is such a bothersomely slow process. However, the equipment was still perfectly dry when I returned.
Before I had originally left home, I had weighed myself dressed exactly as I would be for the pull-ups and chin-ups I intended, and I just managed to top 180 pounds ─ probably because I only ate one meal, and that was maybe mid-morning.
My totals were all pretty much normal, but I delighted myself with seven pull-ups in the opening set, whereas of late six has been my striven-for norm. Thus, two sets of pull-ups (7-2 reps); two sets of chin-ups (3-3 reps); and two sets of pull-ups between a pair of half-rings (2-2 reps).
Always a 30-count between sets. And after another 30-count, I performed a dead hang that saw me perform a 100-count for the very first time.
And a couple or so minutes later I finished with the usual 10 slow full-range decline push-ups on a metal ramp.
Then the plodding, slow walk the remainder of the distance home.
There was no intention to sit up to water the front yard garden plants; and I am guessing that I was maybe back to bed by about 6:10 a.m.
Likely I put in at least two hours, finally forcing myself up because I correctly suspected my brother was already downstairs drinking coffee and watching T.V. news.
I more or less joined him right after 9 a.m.; and when maybe 10 minutes later he turned the T.V. over to me so I could operate our Android TV Box, we were only to watch one video. At 2½ hours (2:30:49), it had been published yesterday to Rumble's TommyRobinsonOfficial channel: The Rape of Britain: Free Speech, Immigration & Censorship Exposed | Tommy Robinson x Brian Rose.
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Although my brother returned to his bedroom for further rest, I delayed until maybe 1:30 p.m., despite suspecting that our mainly cloudy morning could well turn into a sunny afternoon.
And it did. I could have sat out back and benefitted.
But apart from having little inclination, it developed that my brother never left home to engage his daily social drinking somewhere. Instead, he remained home to likely watch a mid-afternoon football game with Bev.
Despite feeling rather listless, I had my fairly regular late afternoon exercise session in my wife's vacant bedroom.
And now at 6:20 p.m. I am going to break from this post to try and watch a couple of shows here on my bedside computer while enjoying a couple cans of Cariboo Malt (6.9% alcohol).
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Following a very light meal (a can of sardines in water, an apple, and a peach) ─ my day's second and last meal ─ I tuned in Legacies. This time it was episode four ("Hope Is Not the Goal") of season four.
Unfortunately my first source GOOJARA.to buffered to a standstill at the 19:21 mark, so I had to carry on with this uFLIX.to link.
After this series, I tuned in iZombie ─ episode eight ("Death of a Car Salesman") of season five. This time, a GOOJARA.to link played faultlessly.
Was it because iZombie ─ unrealistic though it was ─ removed any residue of Legacies for any later reflection or rehearsal because Legacies is just too unrealistic? I suspect so. Sure, it's nice contemplating all of the show's youthful pulchritude, but there wasn't anything else worth serious attention.
However, I wish Rose McIver appeared more full-scale in tights ─ she has magnificently muscled legs for a lass whom I assume is not notably at all athletic.
So shoot me for that.
Two cans of beer sufficed for the evening.
I am not quite settled on what to do in the wee a.m., but I don't believe I will set my alarm for 3 or 3:30 a.m. I wish the elementary school playground was nearer, and didn't involve walking too-busily trafficked streets.
I'm going to wrap up whatever I have going on here at my computer; I also want to brush my teeth, a process that can take 15 minutes. So I am signing off here at 9:17 p.m.
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