A suspicious or curious early check of my 3 a.m. cellphone alarm overnight revealed the time to be 2:51 a.m., so of course that was when I rather grudgingly rose, for I felt illy slept to that point. Yet it was a little after 4 a.m. by the time I left on my ¾-mile round trip walk to the elementary school playground for my essay at pull-ups and chin-ups.
The night air was chilly and moist, and the night sky seemed clear.
Although the pavement was dried, but for an occasional lingering puddle where there might be a considerable depression that had collected far earlier rains, the playground equipment was cold and dripping with condensation.
And although I had weighed myself before leaving home, and while I was dressed exactly as I had intended to be when I exercised, I may have been 184 pounds at most.
However, it was so chilly out, I chose to exercise with my fairly heavy denim jacket on. A later weigh-in while wearing it after I had first gotten back home revealed that I was likely around 187 pounds.
I managed to wipe dry the bar I would be using. The bar is actually just a coarse-surfaced plastic coated rung in a monkey bars set, so the rung itself is probably not much ─ if at all ─ over a foot in length. As a consequence I am always forced to do pull-ups and chin-ups with a slightly closer or narrower grip than I would if using an actual chin-up bar, so this may factor into why my maximum opening set since being forced to have to exclusively use it back at the start of July has been just seven pull-ups.
The older kids' playground has still not been re-installed since it was removed back then in the Summer. Maybe if ever they replace the equipment that had been there, it will be of a new design and include an actual chin-up bar, but that is not too likely in an elementary school playground.
I was not going to achieve any remarkable results dressed so heavily, so I settled on an opening set of three pull-ups, then another set of two pull-ups; next came (I believe) two sets of two chin-ups in each set; and I finished with a pair of sets each comprised of two pull-ups between a pair of half-rings.
I always have a 30-count between sets; then I had one further 30-count before doing a dead hang on the bar for a 70-count, if I am remembering correctly.
Two or three minutes later I was on the nearby metal ramp and managed the usual 10 slow full-range decline push-ups.
Then back home I hobbled.
I am unsure when I got back to bed ─ whether it was before 6:30 a.m., or nearer 7 a.m.
I think that I rose again at 8:38 a.m. My younger brother was downstairs watching T.V. news. I was to hear him speaking with my youngest step-son who was just about to leave to report in to 'the office' to have a full workday there ─ normally he has to show up at headquarters on Tuesdays, but this past Tuesday was a statutory holiday. Otherwise, he works from home.
The kid had a shower last night before he went to bed, yet he had another when he got up this morning. This is habitual; and I think that sometimes he has a third one after he finishes his workday hours.
Frankly, it is all very annoying. No one who does not labour or work out strenuously with lots of sweating needs to be doing this. The exo biome may not be as vital as is the gut biome, but it is still vital nonetheless. Washing it away at least twice a day and probably slathering on who-the-Hell-knows-what on his skin afterwards is not a pathway to good health. But if all he ever wants to do is play computer games when he spends hours and hours sitting at his computer recreationally, and cannot be bothered to study up on matters of good health, he will have to reap the ill consequences for himself. He would never heed anything I might advise.
Anyway, I joined my brother shortly after 9 a.m., and was soon invited to put our Android TV Box to work. My first choice was a 15-minute (15:53) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: 32 Weeks Pregnant and Fired by BC Conservatives!!
Identify her, Anita ─ her name is Lindsay Shepherd. This is her X (formerly Twitter) account: Lindsay Shepherd.
Next I tuned in a 52-minute (52:29) video streamed October 1st to Rumble's ZeeeMedia channel: MAHA Betrayal: Trump Rewards Pfizer with Impunity ft. Nic Hulscher & Tom Renz | Daily Pulse Ep 119.
President Trump announced yesterday that instead of any accountability coming for COVID atrocity leader Pfizer, he was rewarding the pharma giant a huge opportunity to continue their path of destruction with impunity. Needless to say, the MAHA community is furious. Epidemiologist Nicolas Hulscher and Attorney Tom Renz join us to discuss.
I followed that with Bosch ─ episode nine ("Queen of Martyrs") of season two.
We finished up with the last half or so of a show we had cut short from two mornings ago so that my brother could have his further midday bed rest. It was Red Cap ─ episode six ("Payback") of season or series one. I had previously downloaded the episode, and I have the next episode ─ the premiere season or series two episode ─ downloaded as well. However, I have no recommendations for watching the series online.
But my download source was this kprotector.com link. Since I had no account, I had to select the slow download, and it was indeed most slow!
After my brother returned to his bedroom, I fixed up a most substantial and nutritious first meal of my day that ─ due to its ample variety of spicing ─ may proceed its way through my alimentary canal more loosely than I appreciate.
I never sought my afternoon nap until possibly after 2 p.m. Outside it was looking like the sky was clearing up enough that I could have sat outside in some backyard sunshine, and that lost opportunity rather bothered me.
But I had my nap, by which time my brother had bused away to social drink.
Bev alerted me that the neighbour beyond our backyard ─ who had previously sawed off all of the branches for a distance of 20 or so feet up the trunks of several cedar trees serving as a screen between our two properties (he had sawed off the branches on his side of the trees) ─ had undertaken, following a conversation two or three days ago with my brother, to saw off the lowermost branches of the trees that were overhanging the backyard fence, since the trees are on the neighbour's side of the intervening fence.
We were concerned that since only our side of the tall trees had their major branches, our house was at risk come heavy snow and / or strong winds.
He removed branches for maybe the first 10 - 15 feet up the trunks, but now we have full view of one another's rear properties. He has three bloody annoying noise-making dogs that are now going to clearly see us from their backyard porch anytime we set foot outside onto our backyard sundeck ─ as of course will our neighbours.
Why the Hell couldn't the guy have just left the trees as they were? They will probably die. And now we have lost a lot of privacy.
I got so involved in my blogging and related pursuits here on my bedside computer that I lost track of the time and never noticed that it was nearly 6 p.m. and I had failed to have my usual light exercise session in my wife's vacant bedroom.
I do not have the enthusiasm nor time to be doing that exercising in the early evening ─ even doing it in the late afternoon can cost me time that will affect my later evening.
So I skipped the activity ─ my early a.m. outing today is going to have to suffice.
Right now it is 8:07 p.m. and I am going to break from this post to watch a couple of shows here on my bedside computer and enjoy two cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol).
I will wrap up this post later this evening.
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The first show I watched was Shades of Blue ─ episode seven ("Straight Through The Heart") of season three. Intense as ever!
Man, Jennifer Lopez and Drea de Matteo are both so darned gorgeous to me! And Ray Liotta is one believably fine actor.
My source was this GOOJARA.to link.
I suppose the episode finished a bit past 9 p.m., and as yet my brother had not bused back from his drinking destination.
My second and final show was The Carrie Diaries ─ episode 11 ("Identity Crisis") of the first season. I have come to enjoy this series, and the characters and actors portraying them, so very much that it had no trouble erasing all dramatic and negative vestiges from the previous series.
My source this time was this OK.ru link.
I had heard my brother possessed of one of his lengthy sneezing fits somewhere midway through the episode, so I knew he was home. And once the show was done, I found that my wife had come home following her full workday today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.
I failed to mention it earlier, but she had emerged from her bedroom around 9:45 a.m. to shower and otherwise hustle in order to be ready to hasten away soon past 10 a.m. on her fairly long drive to work.
Well, I am now down to two cans of beer remaining in my stock. I let my brother know earlier today that I intended to go with him on his next beer run drive. However, he has over two dozen cans in his supply, so that likely won't be occurring until at least Monday.
I shall have to limit myself to just one can the next two evenings, and then supplementing with wine or hard liquor.
I have had my bedroom door open since I finished watching The Carrie Diaries, and my wife has several times passed by without a word.
I have no plans to rise in the early a.m., so I am going to take my time clearing things up here at my computer, and taking the perhaps 15 minutes to brush my teeth with coconut oil while reclining across my bed for comfort's sake.
And then finally it will be bedtime. Right now before I post this blog entry, it is 10:45 p.m.
And my wife finally did address me, so we have communicated.
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