I believe that I was to bed last evening shortly after 9 p.m., and it was approximately three hours later when I was awake enough to be curious on the time. So I doubt that it was fully 20 minutes into the midnight hour.
I rose and dressed, and upon opening my bedroom door saw that my younger brother had only newly sequestered himself into his own bedroom, for his light was still on and periodically he would move about. The downstairs was in darkness ─ neither of my two stepsons was still sitting up.
My first 'order of business' was to respond to an E-mail that I discussed towards the end of yesterday's post, and that took considerably more time than I anticipated, for it was nearly 2 a.m. by the time I was able to get to work at adding content into the post I have been developing for more than two weeks at one of my two hosted websites.
Ultimately, it was well after 5 a.m. by the time I was back to bed for a little more sleep. Yet three hours later, I was awake enough once more to be checking the time. However, I felt far too below par to care to be getting up for the morning, so I remained abed for maybe another hour, dozing slightly.
I rose, but something more seemed amiss with me than just a shortage of proper sleep. And when I opened my bedroom door, it was with some envy that I saw that my brother was still in bed. Nevertheless, I think that he was to rise within a half hour to have his morning shower.
My youngest stepson probably had to work today, for he was bustling about when I was first awake a little after 8 a.m. Perhaps he may even had a hand in me losing my grip on sleep, for he was upstairs here accessing the linen closet, and had probably also been using the bathroom.
When I did rise an hour after that, I did not seem able to normalize ─ it was similar to feeling hungover.
I had hoped to watch the final segment of Odessa and Norb Orlewicz's Great Reset Summit with my brother, but of course once he had gone downstairs after his shower, he would be reading the Saturday morning edition of the Vancouver Sun that I subscribe to; and I was not improving one whit.
I finally had to lie down and cover my eyes for a while, until I eventually heard my brother using the paper shredder which indicated that he had moved on from the newspaper and was dealing with some of his personal paperwork.
Fortunately, I was feeling a little better, I found. And so it was that after some discussion with him concerning my wife's very early Thursday a.m. three-month driving prohibition due to failing a Breathalyzer, I finally got to tune in the extended final video of that Summit after having missed out over the previous two days because my brother had obligated himself to some drinking buddy and had to leave home late in the morning on both of those days.
The source I used was Odessa's Facebook account: The Great Reset Summit - Ep.7 - Curtis Stone (Urban Farmer) & Sean Taylor. The video is listed as being 2:22:36 in length, but we never quite made it to the finish ─ the video stalled and would not stop buffering with less than seven minutes remaining.
The previous two extended videos in that Great Reset Summit series also failed, but considerably earlier ─ it was looking like we might actually get to the end on this occasion.
Had I known where else to find the extended video, I could have tuned it in a Odysee.com here, or else at Rumble.com here.
Odessa has been working with Mark Friesen ("The Grizzly Patriot") in making these Great Reset Summit interviews available, so they each featured an interview within that extended video that they had hosted separately, and which can be watched at Librti.com here:
- Curtis Stone - How to Prepare Your Family for the Next Big Crisis After Covid-19 (Odessa Orelwicz interviewer • 41:36)
- Sean Taylor - Culture and Our Guns and Why We ALL Must Protect Our Right to Bear Arms in Canada (Mark Friesen interviewer • 32:44)
I would have tuned in another of Odessa's recent videos after we had finished, but by that time it was something like 12:40 p.m. and my brother wanted to lie down for a bit before leaving for the afternoon to resume his daily drinking somewhere.
My hope is that tomorrow we can continue catching up on Odessa's videos, for we have fallen behind due to his early departure on both Thursday and Friday to help out his drinking buddy.
The weather today seemed more hazy than the previous two days when I managed to spend 40 minutes apiece sitting out in the backyard, so I suppose I don't feel guilty for not putting in the time today. Notwithstanding, I will very soon be trimming my beard down drastically in order to have as much face as possible exposed to the Sun's tanning rays ─ and the vitamin D-generating rays that ought to be in force by next month.
I undertook some token backyard toolshed exercises in the early afternoon after my brother headed away, but I don't believe that I am going to be taking on what is the day's actual scheduled exercise session. Instead, I am considering sacrificing it and making the four-mile round trip hike to the nearest provincial government liquor store (Google Map) for perhaps three dozen cans of the strong (8% alcohol) beer I try to have on hand, and maybe a 750-ml bottle of red wine. Toting those items two miles home will be something of a workout ─ for this 71-year-old, at least.
And although I did have a nap after my meal which followed that toolshed activity ─ the nap was as much to weather the flush from the 250-mg hit of niacin that I took with the meal, as it was for some extra sleep ─ I feel that I need some further time resting up. As I type these words, it is 6:20 p.m.
I well know that if I sit here expending myself at my computer, I will have no resources ─ physical nor mental ─ within me to essay that outing. Thus, I am going to put this post to bed as well and call it a day where blogging is concerned.
Heck, I may yet back out of that hike. But there is most definitely no chance that I will be performing it without that aforementioned requisite rest.
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