My access to my computer last night was delayed until around 12:38 a.m. when I heard my younger brother finally shut himself up in his bedroom for the night. I think he may have gotten into the 'hard stuff' once again.
My wife wasn't to arrive home until around 1:30 a.m. after having earlier worked the evening (from 4 p.m. in the afternoon) at her friend's Thai restaurant. I believe that only her eldest son (26 years old) was still up ─ he had gotten home fairly late after having gone snowboarding with friends.
She was in no great rush to get to bed, but at least she did precede me by a long while, for I never made it back to bed too very much before 5 a.m. Happily, my wife was far more settled in bed than was the case the previous night and thus I was able to enjoy a considerably better sleep.
Even so, I believe that it was maybe 8:32 a.m. when I again found myself awake enough to be checking the time because it seemed very light outside. And so I rose to come here to my computer. My brother had not yet emerged from his bedroom and his morning shower, but he was out by 9 a.m. to go downstairs to boil water for coffee and to watch T.V.
As usual, I waited until nigh 10 a.m. before doing the same. And when I joined him, it was to lead off with some further videos I had previously downloaded into a USB flash drive so that my brother and I could watch them via our Android TV Box on our T.V.
The main theme of these videos tends to be the Great Reset and the related COVID-19 'scamdemic / plandemic / casedemic'. However, one of the videos was of a muscular chap by the name of Lex Griffin (described in one article as being a "Bodybuilder, Personal Trainer, Fitness Model, Sponsored Athlete, Social Media Celebrity". In the video, he was being seen by a specialist who has skill in correcting various foot pathologies such as arch degradation, bunions, inward-aligned toes, and so forth ─ all by forceful manual manipulation of the sole of the foot with painfully deep massage to break down certain restrictive tissues that have hardened and become inflexible, contributing to these deformations.
The video is nearly 14 minutes in duration, but my brother had no problem enjoying the full feature: The WORST PAIN! | Fixing 10 YEARS Of Flat Feet & Bunions | AMAZING Results!
I am going to have to download more videos of this type!
The main and longest video that we watched was one I wrote about in yesterday's post ─ it was livestreamed by Odessa Orlewicz and her husband Norbert two days ago to YouTube and Facebook, but YouTube deleted it that very night. I downloaded it from her Facebook account, and my brother and I watched it late this morning and into the noon hour.
The video was given the title Feb 15th: Brain Washing Your Toddlers And Pathogenic Priming, and ran for just barely more than an hour (if I recall aright). Odessa and Norbert have fallen well behind in uploading those videos to their BitChute account, and the only other location I know of where the latest one is will be at Librti.com ─ but only members can access anything there; consequently, I cannot presently link to the video.
And darn it all! My wife ─ who had left early this afternoon either just before or soon after my younger brother had also done so ─ had returned home not too much past 6 p.m., and soon had me deeply enmeshed in all of the bother associated with the printing out and then the signing and so forth of a legal ICBC Final Release document relating to a rear-ender traffic event she was the victim of a few months back which thereafter resulted in her having to attend quite a number of physiotherapy sessions, as well as some related medical assessments.
The document then had to be scanned thereafter, and I was using a large Samsung all-in-one that I had been loaned by my older half-sister Phyllis, but which I had never tried scanning with before. Complicating matters was that I was using my laptop on the dining table downstairs, and not this computer which I keep upstairs in a small room next to my bedroom.
First, even though I scanned twice and supposedly had the document reproduction downloaded into the laptop, I could find no trace of it. I then sought to download a scan into a USB flash drive...but the all-in-one had no USB ports that I could find. Only ports to connect it with other devices.
Now, I had been initiating the scan from the Samsung device itself, so I then tried figuring out how to do it from the laptop. Ultimately, that finally worked.
Then I downloaded a copy of the saved scan into a USB flash drive and brought it upstairs here to my computer because the laptop has been set up to type in Thai for my wife's use.
And finally I sent the scan (using my wife's Outlook account) ─ along with some prescription receipts I had previously scanned a couple of days ago ─ to the ICBC agent, requesting he let me (as my wife) know if everything came through satisfactorily.
All of this probably exceeded an hour.
I then resumed work on this post ─ it was well past 7 p.m. ─ when my wife presented herself and requested that she have the room. She has it set up with a number of products such as Room Coffee and Boom Collagen for a Thailand outfit called The Icon Group. My wife began trying to be a seller or agent for them here in Canada, and she actually does livestreams into her Facebook account.
So she has part of this room set up as a sort of display or store ─ or at least to appear so ─ when she livestreams with her tablet or fancy iPhone or whatever it is that she uses. She does this in privacy, so I don't actually witness her, but her livestreams can be 20 minutes or more, and she might even do more than one ─ I think she may engage with her customers and maybe even potential customers.
The point of this lengthy telling is that I retired to bed just after 9 p.m. even though my brother was not yet home from wherever he had bused to drink with a couple of his buddies at a pub. I was fully clothed and covered over with a blanket and my eyes covered with a bandana blindfold. The early a.m. hours are when I get to use my computer and have the undisturbed privacy to do so.
So I spend the latter evening shoring myself up with whatever sleep I can achieve until after my brother has retired to his bedroom for the night. Otherwise, he expects hopefully that I will join him in watching late evening T.V. via our Android TV Box which he cannot operate.
If I do that, then I am too burned out to get any work done here at my computer. Thus my routine now is that latter evening napping, and then I am free to sit up till as late as 5 a.m. working on various things. I have even had nights where I surpassed 6 a.m., but those are truly wretched because I feel obligated to try and watch T.V. from 10 a.m. with my brother during the workweek. As a result, I may find myself awake anywhere from 8 a.m. due to my urgency of obligation.
I don't have the same sense of duty on the weekends because I subscribe to two different morning newspapers that my brother can read in the morning while he enjoys his coffee. My brother, you see, cannot operate a computer ─ he seems to have some learning disability where this sort of technology is concerned. As a result, the newspapers on the weekends ─ and basic cable television otherwise ─ are his sole entertainment in the mornings.
Thus my feelings of obligation or guilt to make myself available Monday through Friday by 10 a.m., no matter how little sleep I may have logged. We have scores of T.V. shows that we watch in common via the Android TV Box, and in recent weeks I began adding those special video downloads ─ such as Odessa Orlewicz's ─ because my brother has no other means of keeping abreast of the movement to bring awareness about and even resist this baseless worldwide tyranny behind the unfounded medical lockdowns and mandated face masking.
Anyway, I had my evening stretches of two or three naps, and found myself checking the time for a final time well into the first half of the midnight hour. My brother had apparently long gone to his bedroom for the night.
It is now after 1:30 a.m. on February 18, so I must publish this post and get on with what work I can otherwise manage to get done over the next few hours. I will be backdating the post to February 17, of course ─ maybe the final minute before the onset of midnight.
Nevertheless, a new day begins!
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