Caught Inside

'Twas past midnight when I got to bed last night, my cellphone alarm set for 6 a.m.

My night passed adequately ─ no insurmountable wakeful periods, or mind games staving off sleep. Once deep into the night when I believed that everyone had gone to bed, I heard what sounded like someone coming into the house, and wondered if it was my wife home from partying after work at the Thai restaurant where she works part-time. I didn't check the time, but it felt like it could easily have been 4 a.m., but who really knows?

When my 6 a.m. alarm chimed, I was still intent on the grocery shopping hobble to No Frills about half a mile away when it opened at 8 a.m. To my delight, it was raining ─ this would cut down on the populace likely to be out there wandering about.

It was to happen that I never got on my way until possibly as much as 8:10 a.m., but the rain was still prevailing, bringing me the comfort I needed. On a bright sunny morning, I might well have called off the trip for being too late.

I would be wearing my 'furry' green Kangol that I only wear in December. I also have a 'furry' red one that I only wear right around Christmastime ─ a week or so before and after. They're too attention-getting for me to wear otherwise. I need inconspicuousness when I am out now in my crippled old age.

I bought both caps back in the late 1990s, by the way. 

The shopping plaza where No Frills is also has a Vancity credit union ─ I would be visiting it first in order to use the ATM to withdraw $200 from my account at a different credit union nowhere around here ─ the nearest ATM for my institution is around a mile in the opposite direction from where I live. But here in Canada, credit unions have a mutual arrangement whereby they do not charge each other's customers any service fees for such activity.

Anyway, all went well, and I hobbled back home to find my younger brother watching T.V. I had heard movement in his bedroom just as I was set to leave home, so he was likely getting up then.

Peculiarly, I never took notice if my wife's car was here. It was not until 2:15 p.m. this afternoon that I finally heard her come forth from her bedroom, so I knew that she was indeed home.

I joined my brother just after 9 a.m. this morning for some T.V., and was warned that he had a 10 a.m. NFL game he wanted to watch. Consequently we were to watch just one video via our Android TV Box. The video was an hour long (1:00:57) and had been streamed December 3 to Rumble's Russell Brand channel: The Vaccine Ideology Unmasked | Dr Peter McCullough - SF658.

In today’s show, I sit down with Dr Peter McCullough for a deep, revelatory conversation about the ideology of vaccination, the collapse of institutional trust, and the spiritual dimension behind our culture’s faith in technocratic authority. We talk through the history he uncovers in his new book, the religious motifs baked into modern public-health messaging, the psychological and political mechanisms that kept dissent suppressed, and the new evidence forcing major institutions to quietly revise long-held claims. It’s a discussion about truth, power, and awakening — and how ordinary people can reclaim moral and intellectual sovereignty in an age of manufactured consensus.

As a result of my truncated morning T.V. time, I was back to bed for my nap a little past 11 a.m. until around 12:30 p.m., which augured very well for some early T.V. in the latter afternoon, and certainly some exercising. I am hoping to get out overnight for the hobble to my credit union to deposit my brother's monthly expenses reconciliation cheque ─ it's $320, which is more than usual. Thus, I would want to be rising at 3 a.m. to start readying.

And now not 30 minutes after typing that last paragraph above (it is presently 3:46 p.m.), I have visited the backyard tool shed to do some pull-ups and chin-ups from the sides of the old ladder to a small child's slide ─ the ladder is of course stretched across some rafters.

The cylindrical sides are too thick to grasp ─ I have to mostly cup my hands over them, and from there I meet with gradual slippage due to the glossy blue paint they are coated with.

So two sets of pull-ups (3-2 repetitions), two sets of chin-ups (2-2 repetitions), and two sets of pull-ups between the two sides (1-1 repetition), and I held the dead hang of the final pull-up for a 40-count before choosing not to risk slipping off the ladder. The drop is a yard or so, and my damaged right knee should not be subjected to anything like that.

I also did the four assisted stationary partial squats for a 50-count for my bad leg (along with a 40-count for my better leg, and only using assistance when my balance required it). And then the 31 regular full flat-footed squats using both legs, holding the full squat position of the last squat for a 100-count before rising.

I finished up with some arm isometrics before returning to the house. The afternoon seems to have been without rain. 

My wife 'disappeared' around 3 p.m., soon after my brother had left on foot for a bus to take him off to social drink. I didn't hear her say a goodbye to Bev who was watching T.V. downstairs. Did she have to work the latter part of today, or did she just go off shopping or some other errand?

If I knew certainly that she had gone to work, I would use her vacant bedroom for some stomach exercising ─ my bedroom is too cluttered and small. Consequently, I shall not take the risk; I will dispense with them.

I am going to break from this post now for some supper and then a couple or so shows here on my bedside computer so I can enjoy some beer. Back a little later to conclude.

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The first show I tuned in was Friday Night Lights ─ episode five ("Git'er Done") of the first season. My source was this GOOJARA.to link. I absolutely love this series!

Yet I held myself to one can of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol).

The show finished just ahead of 6:45, I believe; and as yet, my brother had not bused back.

I next watched Rescue: HI-Surf ─ episode 11 ("Caught Inside") of the only season. And once more, I opted for a GOOJARA.to link. Aussie character "Will" certainly 𝒻𝓊𝒸𝓀ℯ𝒹 up everything in his love life!

It's a good series.

I drank a second can of beer, and I suppose that the show may have ended around 7:44 p.m.

No brother yet.

My final show was a sitcom because I only wanted something to nurse a big shot of D'Eaubonne V.S.O.P. Brandy (40% alcohol) with. I tuned in Blue Mountain State ─ episode seven ("The Legend of the Golden Arm") of the first season. And for a third time this evening, my source was a GOOJARA.to link.

The episode finished considerably before 8:30 p.m., but still no brother.

Right now it is 9:33 p.m., and I am going to start wrapping up and getting to bed. My brother got home around 9:20 p.m., incidentally.