On a hunch last night during a wakeful period I was to check the time at 3:21 a.m. Since my cellphone alarm was set for 3:30 a.m., I saw no purpose in waiting for it.
I was away on my ¾-mile round trip hobble to the nearby elementary school playground fairly soon past 3:30 a.m. The night was mild, the pavement mainly dry, and there was a rather light cloud cover overhead.
I needed to wipe condensation from the bar I was to primarily use for exercising at the playground.
I had figured that I would be able to exercise without my jacket, so before leaving home I had weighed myself and seen that I was around 186 pounds with it off.
The notion to continue on to my financial institution's nearest ATM when I was finished exercising had me somewhat preoccupied, but as far as I can remember, these were my meagre repetition totals: two sets of pull-ups (4-2); two sets of chin-ups (3-2), and two sets of pull-ups between a pair of half rings (2-2).
My distraction was such that as soon as I had finished the second set of chin-ups, I could not remember if I managed three or just automatically stopped at a comfortable two. I had meant to go for three, but did I?
I have no idea.
And when I was done with the half rings, I was on my way to the nearby metal ramp for the usual 10 slow full-range push-ups when it dawned on me that I had neglected to put in a dead hang, so I returned to the bar and I held on for a few over a 60-count.
The school property is maybe halfway to the ATM I had as my destination. I got as far as the far end of that property when resolve fled me. I could see no need for exposing myself to consequences by making the ATM visit.
One never knows what to expect in that part of Whalley at that time of night anymore. I cannot run from any threats, so all I have recourse to is a very violent defence. Thus, I was not comfortable about withdrawing $200 if I was not going to be doing any in-person shopping anywhere before the weekend.
So I turned about and hobbled home.
As usual, I thereafter spent much time here at my bedside computer, and it may have been as late as 6:15 a.m. before I got back to bed. My previous bedtime last night had been several minutes after 10 p.m.
I managed to remain in bed until towards 8:38 a.m. after earlier correctly believing to have heard my younger brother go downstairs for instant coffee and T.V. news shows.
I waited until several minutes past 9 a.m. before joining him, and he was swift to invite me to start operation of our Android TV Box.
I led off with a peculiar 29-minute (29:41) video published yesterday to Bitchute's NEM721 channel: Minute By Minute Takeover By AI.
It involved a scenario whereby an A.I. programme could feasibly turn rogue, take over the planet, and meantime exterminate via diseases as many people as it deemed were unnecessary.
Next I tried a 16-minute (16.33) video published earlier today to Rumble's USAFrontlineDoctors channel: Sunday Morning Futures With Maria Bartiromo and Pres. Trump 10/19/25.
The President actually seems to like this specific journalist.
Our final piece of entertainment was Yellowstone ─ episode three ("Tall Drink of Water") of season five. It was a good episode, but I had a devil of a time finding a proper link; then it buffered deep into the episode and would not resume, forcing me on yet another search. I am finding that links do not appreciate when I do not want a video to start at the very beginning, and tend to just buffer endlessly if I jump the play ahead.
Well, I finally got that resolved, but so much time was lost that even though it may have been 11:25 a.m. at latest, my brother decided then to return to his bedroom for further bed rest.
I had a rather heavy meal and was back to bed for a needed nap maybe around 1:30 p.m. The day had been sunless.
I nap deep, but not as long as I would really like. I am finding that my nightly sleep as well as my naps are dream-heavy.
My wife had a full workday today, so she rose early into the forenoon to shower and such, and may actually have been on her way just ahead of 10 a.m., but I now cannot say for certain.
When I had gone to bed for my afternoon nap, I heard a text arrive, but I ignored it. Later, I saw that it was from my wife, and had arrived at 1:39 p.m.:
Hi
Please e transfer $100 to my account today , for my car insurance
I acceded, but never received acknowledgement back.
Right now it is 7:32 p.m. and I am taking my blogging break to watch a couple of shows here on my bedside computer to justify a couple of cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol). I have no plans for overnight, but I will set my cellphone alarm for 7 a.m. so that I can be up and adjust to soon enough be having some token tool shed exercising before my brother is up for the morning.
I have already had my light exercising late this afternoon in my wife's vacant bedroom and then eaten a supper.
I will return to this post in the latter evening.
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I watched Wynonna Earp ─ episode six ("Holy War Part 2") of season four. It was pretty good, though I was not happy with the killing of the "Clanton" sheriff by Wynonna.
My source was this MovieGo.sh link.
Man, it's noisy outside! This is apparently the third of the five-day Diwali festival for Sikhs, and I happen to live in Sikh-colonized north Surrey. So it's as explosive out there as if it were Hallowe'en.
Anyway, Wynonna Earp finished up barely ahead of 8:30 p.m., I am estimating. As yet, my brother had not returned from his public transit trip to go social drinking.
I expect that he was home by the time my second show ended ere yet 9:30 p.m.
I was reluctant to tune it in, but it was The Flash ─ episode three ("Rogues of War") of season nine. I will miss having the gals to look at, but it's going to be good to be done with this ludicrous series.
Whatever, my source was again a MovieGo.sh link.
And on and on go the fireworks of all description outside!
I chose to watch one further show ─ just a sitcom. I wanted a shot of Southern Comfort ─ a beer was too much.
And so I tuned in Whitney ─ episode 12 ("Faking It") of the first season. As much as I am attracted to the kooky "Whitney" character, I would like to see more of "Roxanne".
This time my source was this CineGo.tv link.
The show must have ended before 10:15 p.m., I am estimating. I was to soon realize that my wife was already home.
I see no need to prolong my evening until too very late before getting to bed, so I am going to brush my teeth and then finish up whatever I have going on here on my computer. Right now, it is 10:33 p.m.
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