Well, I managed to rise at 3 a.m. as planned, and I was probably on my way just ahead of 4 a.m. The plan was to make the two-mile round trip hobble to my financial institution's nearest ATM and make two envelope deposits: one of $300 cash, and one of my younger brother's monthly expenses reconciliation for $121.75.
Apart from having to jaywalk a main highway closer to an intersection than I was comfortable about (since I can no longer run) due to some probable street person lolling on a low retaining wall right where I otherwise would have crossed; and also passing behind two bus shelters that had someone sleeping on the bench inside each of them; I had no consequences and got the deposits made.
Then on my return, I stopped in at the elementary school playground to again pit myself against a half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups to see if I could match my previous totals. And I guess I did: three pull-ups in the opening set, with two repetitions in each of the subsequent five sets of pull-ups and chin-ups. I also managed a dead hang for an 80-count before moseying over to the metal ramp for 10 slow full-range decline push-ups.
I forgot to weigh myself after getting home, but I am sure that was primarily because I never entered the house for possibly an hour due to watering the front yard garden areas. In the course of doing that I believe that I killed four or so mosquitoes after discovering them already on or else attempting to land on one of my hands.
Evidently one had been on my hand long enough to gorge herself with my blood, for I had such a bloody smear after smiting it that at first I believed that I must have scraped open a pimple or something.
My wife's car was of course in the open carport, but I do not recall hearing her come home last evening following her full day of work at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.
It was around 6:08 a.m. before I got back to bed, my cellphone alarm set for 8 a.m. to get me up in plenty of time for the usual morning T.V. with my brother.
My main thumb joints have been unduly painful of late ─ they actually burn as opposed to ache. I have come to wonder if maybe the condition is not due to excessive and often aggressive keyboard pounding here on my computer. Maybe much of it relates to the thick sides of that child's playground ladder that I have spread across some roof rafters in the backyard tool shed ─ those sides are my only means of pull-ups and chin-ups here at home.
Note this.
Common Causes of Thumb Pain from Pull-Ups
🞇 Overuse and Grip Fatigue: Supporting your full body weight places massive mechanical load on the hand and forearm flexors. When these muscles fatigue, the thumbs and wrists compensate, leading to inflammation and joint stress.
🞇 De Quervain's Tenosynovitis: Repetitive grasping motions and heavy lifting can inflame the tendons running along the thumb and wrist, a condition also known as "Mother's Thumb".
🞇 Base of Thumb (CMC) Arthritis: The repetitive pressure of hanging and pulling can degrade cartilage over time, making it very painful with daily activities.
🞇 Trigger Thumb: Forceful, repeated gripping on the bar can cause the tendon sheath in the thumb to thicken, leading to pain, stiffness, or a "catching" sensation.
Since the ladder sides are too thick to allow my hands to wrap tightly around the bar for a secure hold, they are mostly cupped over the bar and my thumbs are curled as best as can be manged alongside or slightly under the bar, the bony thumb joints forcefully pressed against the bar.
This never before occurred to me.
It seems everything I do since living in this house has been slowly destroying me.
But enough ─ it is already 6:14 p.m.
After my brother emerged from his bedroom and I joined him soon past 9 a.m., he waited till about 9:15 a.m. before inviting me to commence operation of our R69 Plus Android 14 TV Box. My lead video was to be 3½ minutes (3:34) and had been uploaded yesterday to YouTube's Jamil Jivani MP channel: I called out Mark Carney for promoting Liberal degeneracy.
Unsurprisingly, Liberals responded with SHOCKING RACISM.
http://endliberalracism.ca
Next we watched a 24-minute (24:48) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's PortuguesePai channel: Canada Just Hit An Embarrassing New Low...
Our third video was 16 minutes (16:39) and had been published yesterday to Rumble's USAFrontlineDoctors channel: Former Official Pleads GUILTY to Fake Voter Scheme, Gets 2 Years in Prison.
Switching gears, I then tuned in Bergerac ─ episode six ("Fall of a Birdman") of season or series two.
Finally, it was a 12-minute (12:03) video uploaded May 20, 2021, to YouTube's The Why Files channel: Area 51 Airline? | JANET: The Secret Government Airline That Doesn't Exist.
JANET AIRLINES. Heard of Janet Airlines? No? Good. That's exactly what the US government wants. One of the government's biggest secrets is hiding in plain sight. In Las Vegas.
Janet is the top-secret government airline that doesn't exist.
Next time you're in Vegas, visit one of the big casinos next to McCarran Airport. I'm talking about Luxor, Excalibur, Mandalay Bay. When you get there, look East at the airport.
All day long, but especially early in the morning and late in the evening; you'll see mysterious planes taking off and landing. You can't miss them. They're big. They're Boeing 737s.
They have no markings. No logos. They're plain white with a single red stripe. This is Janet Airlines.
Janet is a top-secret, air-force owned commuter airline. For civilians.
But the destination Janet goes to the most - I'm talking a few times a day- is... Area 51.
My brother sought his further bed rest after this, and I was to bed fairly early into the noon hour for my nap.
Note that my wife did have another full workday today, so she emerged from her bedroom around 9:20 a.m. to start readying and was away on her rather long drive before 10:10 a.m.
Following my nap, I had a half hour light exercise session in her vacant bedroom. Then just before 3 p.m. I started about 1½ hours of backyard sunning. However, it started hazing up so badly that it was difficult for my to determine the outlines of shadows. This sort of thing makes me feel like I am wasting my time out there.
Unfortunately, I managed to use my tank top to swat a green- or bluebottle fly, rendering it incapable of flying any longer. I never feel good about this, but they should just leave me alone and quit lighting on me.
It won't live long if it cannot fly.
I am taking my blogging break now at 7:01 p.m. to watch a single T.V. show here on my bedside computer, for I can only drink one can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol). I am too destitute to buy more, and I will only have six remaining, with no idea when I will be able to afford any more beer once these are done.
I am still feeling betrayed by God.
🞉🞉🞉
My one beer of the evening was devoted to Sight Unseen ─ episode eight ("Don't Look Back") of season two. My source was at Goojara-Official.co.za.
It was interestingly entertaining enough, but I neglected to take note of just when it finished ─ was it as late as 8:15 p.m.? I don't know.
My wife got paid today, and is supposed to surrender $400 to me so that there will be enough money in my account for the fortnightly mortgage debit due this coming Thursday. I expect that she will not get home until after I have retired for the night. If she pays me in cash, I am somewhat befuddled as to how I can get the money into my account in time, for I do not care to be hobbling anywhere during busy weekdays as opposed to the dark wee a.m.
Perhaps I should set my cellphone alarm for 3 a.m. just to see if she slips the money beneath my bedroom door?
She has tomorrow off work as a rule.
I don't feel communicative, so I am going to end this post here at 8:32 p.m. My brother just got home from where he had bused mid-afternoon to social drink.
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