My roster of successive early evenings continued yesterday, for I was into my bed by 9:15 p.m. at latest. It was timely in that just before I shut myself up in my bedroom and was finishing up in the bathroom, I emerged from that latter facility and could hear my newly-arrived-home younger brother loudly conversing with one of my two stepsons.
Sleep never arrives quickly, nor does it often prove to be a faithful bedmate. Before it was yet 12:20 a.m., I found myself awake again sufficiently that I made a check of the time and then decided to rise to eventually begin adding content into the very first post I am still developing at the new version of my website Thai-Iceland.com.
I always find other distractions to keep me occupied when I am up like this. And so it may have been approaching 5 a.m. before I was back into my bed.
I had plans for my morning ─ I wanted to visit the nearest Liquor Depot outlet approximately 1¼ miles from here as soon after its 9 a.m. opening as I could manage. I do not drive, so I have to walk.
The plan was to take advantage of some of its sales ─ specifically, a 750-ml bottle of Dewar's White Label Scotch whisky, and a couple bottles of merlot wine. The wine was a 750-ml bottle of Josh Cellars Merlot; and a 1.5-litre bottle of Open Merlot, a BC VQA Okanagan Valley issue.
The Scotch will be part of my brother's Christmas gift, and the wine is similarly intended for my wife.
I did not set an alarm to waken me; and in fact, it was possibly 7:45 a.m. when I eventually checked the time and ─ after struggling for a few minutes with the desire to continue my time in bed ─ I rose to prepare a cup of hot instant black coffee.
I figured that I didn't need to leave here any earlier than 8:30 a.m., but I was to fail to leave until nearly 9:10 a.m. By then, it appeared that I was in for a sunny day out there.
Unfortunately, I could not find the store. It no longer existed near to Donegal's Pub (Google Map) ─ I wandered all around the small complex in my search. I considered checking out the nearby Scott Town Plaza, but that just didn't seem likely.
I had entirely forgotten visiting the new location (Google Map) in that plaza last December when my eldest stepson drove my brother and I there to buy us our choices of beer as his Christmas gift to each of us.
And so I set off for the next nearest location (Google Map) ─ but my 2½-mile round trip hike had now suddenly become a 4½-mile round trip hike. It was either that, or just go home in defeat.
Well, I made the hike, and got the drink ─ in total, $69.17 after taxes and bottle deposits.
It was a few minutes beyond 10:35 a.m. by the time I was back home. The sunny morning had quite clouded up; and before I knew it, my brother announced that I had just beaten some rain that had begun to fall.
Very near to home as I was walking this way, I saw an absolutely beautiful young South Asian lass come running from a house ─ she was hastening in heels and brilliantly colourful traditional garb as she headed for a waiting car.
I had seen quite a lot of South Asian activity during my walk. And last night when I was to bed, there was considerable audible fireworks activity in the neighbourhoods hereabouts, leading me to conclude that some specific festival was nigh.
I asked my brother about it this morning, and he confirmed that it is Diwali being celebrated. We have a huge Sikh community in Surrey. And as I type these words early in the evening, the fireworks have become more intense than they were last evening.
There have been some small efforts to rain betimes over the day, but it has been inconsequential as far as I have been able to notice.
Anyway, I never sought more sleep this morning until just after noon, and I think that it may have been a tad past 1:30 p.m. when I roused and checked the time. I had napped unusually deeply, and it took me some minutes before I was able to deny myself further time luxuriating there in my bed. I rose to find that my brother was shut up in his own room, but he emerged 15 - 20 minutes later.
I was anxious for him to do so, because I had a most illuminating article for him to read that was published yesterday at Mercola.com: Why COVID-19 Testing Is a Tragic Waste.
I am so damned sick of hearing about all of these daily ridiculously escalating "cases" of COVID-19. They are not cases ─ cases are instances of actual illness. A case of pneumonia, a case of tuberculosis, a case of smallpox. Just because someone shows up in a test as having some trace of a virus that might be SARS-CoV-2 ... or the common flu ... or even a past recent cold, is NOT a damned case of COVID-19!
But that's the hoax that's going on. As the article identifies, there is no virus pandemic. What we have is a pandemic of testing!
And that's all this second wave is ─ we are entering the regular flu season, so that's all that's happening. It ain't bloody COVID-19.
The statistics show that all-cause mortality figures are no higher now than they were last year. We've not dying in droves. I repeat ─ it's all a hoax.
As I have been working on this post, my wife texted me that someone at the restaurant where she works part-time has tested positive, and now she is holing up somewhere in self-quarantine and won't be home until at least Tuesday for fear of bringing something viral home. She has already cancelled upcoming physiotherapy and medical appointments.
Everyone involved in perpetrating this plandemic of fear ought to be jailed indefinitely. They have cost inestimable lives with the lockdowns that have ruined businesses and brought on despair and even suicides.
I am utterly disgusted by it all.
I dare say nothing more. I am closing today's post here.
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