Despite the statements at the conclusion of yesterday's post, I neither had anything to drink, nor did I venture from home.
My younger brother showed up around 8:18 p.m., so he was home ahead of his unspoken or secret 8:30 p.m. deadline. I resigned myself to sitting up late in operation of our Android TV Box to locate episodes of some of the T.V. series that we follow in common.
Well, the first episode I tuned in was for Z Nation ─ we are into the final season. In fact, the episode was the 10th of the season, and titled "State of Mine".
Perhaps 10 or 15 minutes into the episode, my drunken brother's beer-drenched brain had folded up shop and he was snoring.
Disgusted ─ for I was now going to have to rewatch the feature from the start at some point entirely for his benefit ─ I backed out of the episode, turned off the Android TV Box, and switched the T.V. over to basic cable before coming upstairs to my computer for a short while. I believe that I was into bed at 9:10 p.m.
This was actually preferable to me, for I do not appreciate consecutive late evenings, and Friday evening's late bedtime had probably cost me my planned four-mile round trip hike to the nearest government liquor store Saturday morning.
I had grocery shopping plans for this morning that I did not wish jeopardized in equal fashion.
Nevertheless, I did not easily attain sleep last evening. And when finally some came, I was awake in the latter half of the midnight hour. I rose around 12:50 a.m. with the intention of getting to work on the extremely long post that I have in progress at one of my six hosted websites; but I discovered that my brother had not yet retired for the night.
So I lay back down upon my bed and waited him out. I suppose that required around 20 more minutes.
I worked on the post until I had supplied the targetted amount of content for today, and then because the hour was still far from when I would need to concern myself with my hike of at least 1¼ miles to the nearest Save-On-Foods outlet (Google map) that would be my destination, I returned to bed.
I set the alarm on my iPhone 5 for 5:45 a.m., which was to give me something over 1¾ hours of bed time, for it was not yet quite 4 a.m.
I hoped to be able to nap; but when the alarm sounded, I was unsure that I managed any sleep until I recollected that I had experienced at least one dream, so I would have needed to have been asleep to have done so.
I suppose that it was as late as 6:50 a.m. before I was away on my hike ─ the morning was deeply gloomy and the sky heavily overcast. But judging by the smoky smell to the air, most or even all of that could have been due to the many forest fires presently ravaging the States.
Since I had $100 cash to deposit ─ a partial repayment of a much larger debt that my wife has chalked up on my VISA card ─ I planned my route to the store such that I would pass by the Coast Capital Savings headquarters building over by the King George SkyTrain Station.
I was to get that deposit done, and also my shopping. I even had the pleasure of having dear Dolma as my so very friendly cashier.
It keeps surprising me that so many people seem to be out walking this early on a Sunday ─ I don't much like it. I crave privacy ─ it is why I shop as early as I do, for Save-On-Foods open at 7 a.m. to devote their first hour to seniors and the infirm.
I wouldn't mind exploring the Canada Safeway quite nearby Save-On-Foods, for I have not shopped there in years. However, Canada Safeway does not open until 8 a.m. ─ that is too late for my liking. The day is already becoming unpleasantly busy by then ─ even on a Sunday.
I would prefer to be able to shop at the Real Canadian Superstore that is much farther away from me (a round trip hike of 5.625 miles), but it recently mandated face masks for its customers. I absolutely refuse to shop anywhere that seeks to impose such a restriction upon me, and I will even willingly pay more elsewhere that still allows me my freedom to exercise non-compliance concerning farcical face masks.
At this moment, it is 10:03 a.m., and I am about to return to bed for some further sleep. My brother has not emerged from his bedroom for the morning ─ he probably got into the hard liquor last evening as he sat getting drunk all by himself.
No, he doesn't have a drinking problem, does he?
oooooooooooooo
My evening has arrived. I still have some exercising that I would appreciate getting out of the way, and I would also like to have a bath. Therefore, I want to bring this post to a close.
Nothing much has taken place over my day. The weather remained overcast and hazy from those U.S. forest fires. I even read that nearby Vancouver briefly qualified as being the city with the worst air pollution on Earth due to the accumulating smoke all over hereabouts (see one such article at Straight.com: Vancouver competes with Portland for worst air quality in the world).
No doubt anyone who does succumb to these conditions and happens to have SARS-CoV-2 detected at autopsy will be added to the list of persons supposedly killed as a result of COVID-19.
I am so damned sick of these ridiculously inflated numbers ─ they are lies. People who die WITH the virus detected in them at autopsy is not the same as people dying FROM the disease. Why does the media stupidly keep reporting these exaggerations as if every one of those people actually died from the virus?
Likewise with case numbers. Who the blazes cares how many people test positive with the virus? If someone does have the virus and is not sick, then they ARE NOT SICK!
If I am immune to COVID-19 because I have been exposed to the virus and my immunity prevented me from falling ill, then why am I considered a new case if I happened to get tested and the evidence is there that I have or have had the virus?
But that's what happens with these tests. Anyone who is newly tested and is found to have detectable evidence of the virus's presence is deemed to be a new case of infection ─ it doesn't matter that the tested person is not sick and probably never will be from the SARS-CoV-2 virus.
It's all so damned phony.
And now just because of these detections, many bars in B.C. are faced with bankruptcy and closure. See this article published just today at GlobalNews.ca: ‘Were just bleeding out’: Vancouver pub blames closure on new COVID-19 liquor rules.
It is for this stupid reasoning that I will never willingly submit to SARS-CoV-2 testing. I am not sick with the virus ─ so if I do have it, then I must be immune to COVID-19, and consequently learning that I do have the virus is meaningless to me.
I refuse to potentially be added to the numbers of 'new cases'. And being 'found out' as having the virus is not going to be of any benefit to me ─ the health and other authorities will only be making my life far more wretched from that point than it already is.
I've got to get off this topic ─ it only riles me.
It is after 6:30 p.m., so as already said, I want to close down for today. I intend to be all ready to head on to my bed for the evening as soon as my brother shows up if he is not home by 8:30 p.m.
I love my brother, but the extreme drunkard he often becomes is someone else. That incarnation is not someone I care to spend any time with.
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