The Next Life

It was another bad night's sleep, but at least my system wasn't burdened with a supper of much substance. I could have risen before my 3 a.m. alarm, but I milked the time out in bed until that hour arrived.

I intended walking the mile or so to my financial institution and using its outdoor ATM to deposit the $320 monthly expenses cheque my younger brother had given me maybe a week ago.

I had heard my wife come home last night well after I was to bed, but no one was up at 3 a.m.

It was probably at least 3:30 a.m. by the time I was on my way. All was wet from earlier rain, but I think that it was done for the time being.

I bypassed the elementary school where normally I would have shortcutted through its property, for it has been my experience in the past two or three months that the back corner of the property is fenced off with one of those infernal rather high chain link-style temporary fences that can be rented by the segment, and which ─ when properly set up ─ are just about impossible to push over.

However, on the return I would investigate and see if I could shortcut from that corner and then have some exercise at the school playground.

The deposit went without issue, and I noticed no one else in the region for a change.

I was to find that the fence was indeed still blocking off school property access or egress, so I did myself a great favour by not daring to chance it earlier.

Unfortunately the jarring hobble that is now my crippled walk takes much out of me, so once I was again passing by the front of the school, I had no motivation to add to my journey by turning into the school to seek the playground near the rear of the school. I just wanted my outing over with.

And once back home, it may have been as much as 6:15 a.m. before I finally returned to bed, still sleeping abominably. Basically, all I mainly did was try to rest deeply.

Why is this happening so regularly of late?

I suppose that it was approaching 8:30 a.m. before I next took a chance of looking at the time, so I rose, wondering if my younger brother was downstairs watching T.V. news shows.

He was.

I joined him around 9:10 a.m. at most, and soon enough got his invitation to start operation of our Android TV Box.

First up for viewing was an 11½-minute video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: WTF? Major Vancouver Bridge Receives First Nations Name "tal̕əw̓asəm".

We were to have time for only one further video due to its two-hour (2:59:54) length. It had been published yesterday to Rumble's Tucker Carlson channel: John Leake: The Demonic Rituals to Replicate God and Mankind’s New Religion of Science.

Ritual piercing of the body. The shedding of blood. The promise of salvation. John Leake explains the religion of vaccines, and why its adherents are dangerous.



My brother then returned to his bedroom for further bed rest. I had a fairly light first meal of my day, and then remembered to get back to bed for my nap by 12:30 p.m. to avoid the risk of not having enough afternoon daylight for any exercising.

My brother must have run some sort of errand after his rest; and then around 2:35 p.m. he left afoot for a bus to carry him off to begin social drinking.

My wife had a full workday at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, so she emerged from her bedroom shortly after 9:30 a.m. to shower and such, and not much after 10 a.m. was off on her fairly long drive under an overcast sky, although things did clear up soon enough.

With her bedroom vacant, early into the latter afternoon following a backyard tool shed exercise session, I performed some abdominal exercise there. The tool shed session saw the usual: two sets of pull-ups (3-2), two sets of chin-ups (2-2), and two sets of pull-ups between the sides of the horizontal ladder (1-1). I held the very final pull-up's dead hang for a 40-count.

Then it was the partial stationary one-legged squats (four sets) between a pair of hanging ladder apparatus. My more normal left leg only requires some assist for balance's sake, so I only challenge it for a 40-count in each set; my damaged right leg requires full assistance, so it gets a 50-count in each of those sets.

I finished with 31 full flat-footed squats, holding the final one in a full squat for a 100-count before rising. Finally, four isometric exercises for my arms and shoulders.

At the present, it is 5:20 p.m., and I am giving consideration to watching a Christmas movie here on my bedside computer. I have no early a.m. plans, so I will likely watching something else afterwards. And of course, these features will require a couple of cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) to enhance the immersion process into whatever I am viewing.

I shall return later in the evening to conclude today's post.

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My Christmas movie choice was 2019's Ghosting: The Spirit of Christmas. My source was this OK.ru link, although it may be available on YouTube here.

It was fairly interesting and had some touching spots, but it was definitely not for me. I would never choose to watch it again, even though I will admit there were some great acting and dialogue.

It was fluff and nonsense ─ nothing more.

Fortunately I ate my light supper during its early part, so I was able to make a single can of beer last long enough to get me through the remainder of the film.

It probably ended by 7:15 p.m. at very latest. And I suppose that it was 7:40 p.m. when my brother got back home to keep Bev company.

I next tuned in The Guardian ─ episode four ("The Next Life") of season two. My source was this GOOJARA.to link.

I never paid attention to when it concluded ─ maybe 8:30 p.m. or soon after? The show eclipsed the stupid Christmas movie, even if it finished with nothing conclusive in the three main storylines. To be continued? I have no idea.

I could hear it raining outside.

I was tempted to go for another episode of a full series, but some wiser reflection chose instead a sitcom. 

And so I finished up with Whitney ─ episode 19 ("The Ex Box") of the first season. My source ─ after an initial failure elsewhere ─ was this Tvids.net link. However, it may have been the reason for an unwanted gambling website being thrown up in a new browser that hid behind the one I was using.

Whitney can be fun, but often the episodes are rather pedestrian. Nevertheless, it was an excuse to have a large shot of D'Eaubonne V.S.O.P. Brandy.

I think that I have had enough for this evening. I am now going to brush the ol' choppers and then set about closing up whatever I have left undone here on my computer. As suggested earlier, I have no morning plans, but I will just have to see how efficiently I sleep.

Right now it is 10:10 p.m., so I am going to be getting to bed well ahead of 11 p.m.