Yesterday I absolutely knew that recidivism was in store. I even began the walk in that direction after watching some T.V. and having two cans of strong (8% alcohol) beer and some Malbec wine, but my younger brother arrived home from wherever he had been drinking and I evacuated to bed for the remainder of the evening because it was already 10 p.m.
I remember having some sleep and then checking the time around 11:30 p.m., but I knew that it was highly unlikely that my brother had already retired to his bedroom for the night, so I sought more sleep. And when next I checked the time, it was something like 1:38 a.m. or even 1:48 a.m. ─ time to rise and get a few tasks accomplished in peace and privacy here at my computer.
Both of my stepsons had retired, and my wife was not expected home.
Yes, I accomplished the bare minimum of legitimate work, but I knew all the while that I was going to be taking a dive into the moral sewer.
And so it came to pass.
I was surprised at one point when I heard what sounded like someone's cellphone alarm; and then soon it seemed that maybe one of my stepsons was up. At most, it was 5 a.m.
I was not to be back into my bed until at least 5:30 a.m., and maybe it had even surpassed 6 a.m. But it was only after I was lying in bed that I heard what I deducted was likely my eldest stepson putting on some hustle and then go outside to his car.
And very soon, he had it fired up and was driving away. I know the 26-year-old has had three video-chat-style (Zoom?) interviews in the previous 10 or so days ─ has the brawny lad finally gotten himself a new job? He has been unemployed since the original SARS-CoV-2 lockdowns approximately a year ago when his employer laid off everyone at the plant or factory in Burnaby, and then it later chose to close that specific location.
His official employer was Owen & Company Ltd., who are behind the Kingsdown brand name that is best known for mattresses. There are of course other company-owned manufacturing locations, but none anywhere near us.
So it must be nearly a year since the lad has actually put in a day's physical work.
He is home now as I type this in the evening, but I have yet to speak to him. However, I am jumping ahead of myself.
I got back to bed ahead of daybreak, but sleep took its time welcoming me and allowing me to escape my thoughts. Yet by 8:30 a.m. I was essentially done where sleep was concerned. I was too anxious about joining my brother at 10 a.m. when I would put our Android TV Box into operation as is our weekday routine.
From March 2 - 10, the folks behind Librti.com are featuring a series of interviews with 14 people who are authoritative voices in the struggle that is going on by the enlightened against "The Great Reset".
Last evening, three interviews were made available, so I wanted my brother and I to watch them beginning this morning:
- Rosa Koire - The Truth Behind the UN Sustainable Agenda (Odessa Orlewitz interviewer • 51:51)
- Brad Johnson - China, the Social Credit System and Your Privacy & Liberty (Mark Friesen interviewer • 41:31)
- Dan Dicks - Media Corruption, Global Narrative, Censoring and How to Combat It (Mark Friesen interviewer • 26:49)
I am wholly confident that Odessa's interview was current; but as with the previous evening, I believe that Mark Friesen's two interviews were older ones that were being trotted out. For example, Brad Johnson once mentioned that Joe Biden's inauguration was still upcoming, and Trump was referred to as being the president. And in the second interview, Mark Friesen was seemingly dressed identically to what he wore in the Brad Johnson video.
Nonetheless, this does not detract from valuable information being offered, and I have no intention on my brother and I missing any of the interviews still to come.
After we had watched the third video, I tuned in an episode of The Good Karma Hospital and that was it for my brother ─ it was time for his return to his bedroom at 1 p.m. or so to rest up for his foray away to end up drinking somewhere again.
When he did leave ahead of the mid-afternoon, I soon enough noted that it had begun to lightly rain.
I had a backyard toolshed exercise session scheduled for today, so I took care of that before having my first meal of the day. And after that, I soon required a return to bed for a good nap.
I do not know just why, but after more than a month, I still often react to c. 250mgs of niacin with a most uncomfortable flush. This was in fact one of the reasons I was so in need of that naptime ─ my clothes had become practically intolerable as a result of the whole-body prickling that the niacin flush was engendering. My eldest stepson was home by that time, so I could hardly just strip down to my undershorts. I had to seek refuge in bed and find unconsciousness as soon as possible.
The capsule-shaped tablets of niacin that I have are actually doses of 500mgs, but I have been cutting them in half ever since I first took a full-strength tablet ─ such a mistake! If I had not known what was going on, I would have been afraid that I was undergoing a medical emergency. As it was, the flush lasted for what now seems at least a couple of hours, and I had to become entirely naked; yet my bedroom was too cool to not be covered, so I had to cover over with a light piece of bedding that was itself irritating wherever it touched my skin.
The key was to lie perfectly still, for even to simply move my wrist, for example, would result in that unbelievably intense prickling of regions of skin that had even any remote involvement in the movement action. Heck, even taking a deep breath proved self-torturous. Anything that involved any kind of even the slightest movement of the skin resulted in intense prickling ─ from the top surfaces of the toes and feet right up to the scalp, the reward for any kind of movement was most intense prickling.
And this says nothing of the overall warmth due to the surface of the body's skin being suffused with blood. The skin was as warm as if one was in the throes of a fresh overall sunburn.
But I see that it is nowwell after 7:30 p.m., and I must get this post ended and published. I will not be having a beer this evening ─ last evening's folly was lesson enough.
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