Despite only having my mid-afternoon meal yesterday, I don't feel any hungrier than I usually do at this point in my morning (I am typing these words at 8:46 a.m.); however, I did just scarf down a raw egg. I dropped the dang thing on the floor while getting a couple from the fridge to boil up for later; so rather than just wastefully wipe it up, I salvaged a good part of it and sucked it down raw.
It was hardly a satisfying breakfast. I don't actually plan to eat anything until after the noon hour, although I may break and have something during the second half of the noon hour.
Somehow last night I spent seven hours in bed (apart from rising once to use the toilet). I went to bed just ahead of 9 p.m., and rose this morning ─ or should I say overnight? ─ at not quite 4 a.m. And I have been up ever since.
The big deal for me was the 5.625-mile round trip hike to the nearest Real Canadian Superstore outlet (Google Map). It opens at 7 a.m., and I arrived there a minute or two ahead of the opening of the doors ─ only three people were in line ahead of me.
I probably would not have gone after I first set off in a very steady rain that soon had me quite wet, but I wanted to at least make an ATM deposit at Coast Capital Savings (Google Map) almost a mile from here. It was the monthly expenses reconciliation cheque from my brother that he had given me last weekend, so I wanted to get it finally deposited.
If not for having to do that, I am sure that I would have given up my hike and come back home. Fortunately, the heavy rain was a passing downpour, and lighter rain was ahead. At times, the rain even ceased. Really, it was quite a mix, all told.
However, I had quite a load to bear home in the two carrying bags that I had brought with me. And although it was not easy to do, I resisted setting my loads down, only changing hands three times to benefit from an alternation of the specific strain each carrying bag's handle imposed on the relevant hand gripping it.
That last partial mile, though, had both of my hands and fingers tingling with either obstructed circulation or else compressed nerves ─ or maybe both. It was most unpleasant; but I am sure that I am overall the more fully exercised for the ordeal.
And with that said, I am going to take a break from this post.
Just after 9 a.m., I was back in bed as a result of profound weariness, and there I lay for maybe just over an hour. My brother had meantime risen, and was downstairs watching T.V. when I was back out of bed.
Then, despite my earlier claim, I felt seriously hungry enough that I fixed up one of my 'trademark' rich caffeinated beverages that is generally as sustaining as a liquid meal. And with that, I joined my brother and watched what remained of the hour-long show he had on regular T.V.
After it was done near 11 a.m., he invited me to put our Android TV Box into action, and so from thence until 1:30 p.m. we watched various videos I had previously downloaded onto a USB thumb drive, as well as the last two episodes of Black Summer's season one.
Meantime, it rained on and off outside.
My brother never did have further bed rest before leaving for the afternoon, but I will be ensuring that I do not lose track of time as was the situation yesterday when he was back home before I had managed to have any supper because I didn't think it was yet 7 p.m. (whereas it was after 8:30 p.m.).
Now, to clarify, my brother did seek some bed rest this early afternoon; but I immediately had myself a long bath, and re-emerged from the bathroom afterwards to find him gone ─ he could not have possibly napped.
Note that after I had stripped down for that bath, a weigh-in ─ with at least five readings ─ found me registering on our (mechanical) bathroom scale anywhere from 176 - 178 pounds. My first reading or two were at the lower range, and I could scarce believe my eyes. Rarely have I ever dipped much below 180 pounds; and I cannot ever recall the last time that I was anything like 176 pounds.
Anytime in the past four weeks or more that I have weighed myself, I have been hovering around the 180-pound mark. No doubt, the absence of yesterday's supper in combination with the shopping ordeal I inflicted upon myself this morning resulted in that poundage loss, so I anticipate that it will be short-lived.
Following my bath I then had today's first meal; and thereafter I soon enough needed a proper nap, rousing around 4:20 p.m. That is considerably earlier than my usual afternoon naps, so I am in good shape to get a few things done before my brother is back from wherever he ultimately went to drink.
I want to quote the following content from an E-mail I received yesterday ─ the authour is Mark Crispin Miller, a (former?) New York University professor whom the mainstream media (Wikipedia is especially criminal in this) slanders because he refuses to follow the preposterous false narrative relating to the scamdemic / plandemic / casedemic that has kept the world's masses in subjection and fear for well over a year now:
The 2021 G7 Summit is a gathering of psychopathic frauds (and I say that with all due respect)
Since last summer, if not earlier, it's been obvious to those paying close attention that the star exemplars and enforcers of Covidian discipline—Dr. Fauci, the Cuomo brothers, Nancy Pelosi, Dianne Feinstein and Neil Ferguson, among many others—were, while telling all of us to mask and "social distance," not doing it themselves.
What this tells us isn't just that all those psychopaths are hypocrites. More importantly, it tells us that they really don't believe there's any need for the "precautions" they've made such a big show out of pushing on the rest of us; and what this tells us, unmistakably, is that, being psychopaths, they have complete contempt for all the rest of us—just as their masters do.
Look at Macron, Biden, Johnson and Trudeau (and Queen Elizabeth) all merrily hobnobbing with each other, face to face and arm in arm. Then look at the all the chumps out there still creeping, with their masks on (some with visors), up and down the streets, still making their own children put on masks to pay outdoors, still using their elbows when their hands would do, and still keeping a faux-protective "barrier" of several feet between themselves and everybody else.
It's hard to say how many of those folks are simply misinformed, and would stop doing those things at once if they knew better, and how many are devoted Branch Covidians, sticking with the COVID discipline because they think it "keeps them safe" (and shows us that they're "good").
We must try to tell the difference, and then work to tell the former to snap out of it, and thereby grow our numbers, so that we don't lose, and They (the powers behind those smirking operatives) don't win.
MCM
Tommy Robinson's question:
The 95-year-old Queen today with world leaders who entered the UK without quarantine, no social distancing, no masks, less than 8 weeks after she sat alone in a mask burying her husband of more than 70 years. What on earth is going on!?
Since I am Canadian, I can only speak in reference to Canada's "Crime" Minister Pierre Trudeau ─ I long for the day when he and the other greedy, lying career politicians infesting Ottawa are forever overthrown.
Okay, I have to make a post in my private blog ─ I almost always do that overnight, but I had no time this past night, and now I must atone. So here is where I call it quits on today's post in this, my public blog.
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