It was at least 9:30 p.m. last evening before I took to my bed, but my wretchedly active mind forfended sleep for far longer than I was happy about. And despite now not remembering, I rather would think that my wife at least once entered into the bedroom once she was home after having worked the long day at her friend's Thai restaurant.
It was nearly 1 a.m. once I checked the time after getting some sleep ─ I made that time check as an afterthought upon shifting my position in bed for comfort to best facilitate a return to sleep.
This was later than I expected, so I hurriedly rose and dressed despite feeling ill-slept.
My brother had already retired to his bedroom for the night, of course; my wife was downstairs talking on her cellphone ─ probably a videochat with her mother back in their home village in Thailand. However, my wife was soon enough upstairs to begin readying for bed, and acknowledging that I had seen and responded to her earlier Interac e-Transfer of $600 to me ($100 was owed to me; $500 was to apply to my VISA credit card towards a far, far larger figure that she is responsible for in relation to previous purchases and shipments of products from Thailand's The iCon Group ─ she resells the products as an agent of theirs here in Canada).
I managed to accomplish everything I mainly wanted to get done overnight ─ including the watering of plants in the front yard ─ and I was back to bed by approximately 4:45 a.m., just ahead of her eldest son's discovery of me after he had risen to begin readying for his long drive to work.
This is his second week of day shift. The next four weeks will see him on the other two shifts, and free me up from needing to be concerned about him rising early. As I have often explained, if he catches me up in the early morning, then I have to remain up until after he leaves for work because he will not lock the front door when he leaves. I always have to got downstairs and lock the darned thing before getting back to bed.
Thus, when he is on day shift, it is best that I try to get to bed again before he notices my light on here upstairs in the small room where I keep this computer.
Anyway, I was to manage a little further sleep, and then I rose at almost 9 a.m. My brother was already downstairs watching T.V., but as is usual for me, I waited here at my computer until the approach of 10 a.m. before going downstairs to boil water for a black instant coffee.
Then I joined my brother.
After he invited me to put our Android TV Box into action, I tuned in the remainder of the Bret Weinstein video that I wrote of yesterday ─ a 3¼-hour affair that I had broken from around the 1¾-hour mark because it was just too long for one sitting.
Titled How to Save the World, in Three Easy Steps, the video featured the host in deep discussion with his guests Dr. Robert Malone and Steve Kirsch, and the overall topic was COVID-19 and the 'vaccines'.
My brother and I definitely enjoyed the lengthy video, but I must confess that I now cannot recall just exactly what the three steps were. I know that one was probably worldwide use of already proven therapeutics to halt the COVID scourge and thereby to turn away from unneeded experimental 'vaccines'.
But it was the third step that was espoused by Bret Weinstein that was absolutely untenable by my estimation. It was one he trotted out towards the end of the discussion, having promised that he would, for his guests had no idea what he had in mind.
His solution? The ridiculous idea of enlisting Elon Musk and his vast resources to buy out the Pharmaceutical Industry's invested interests in these vaccines, and in so doing end that industry's push to have everyone 'vaccinated'.
I have no idea why Bret Weinstein even remotely thinks that Elon Musk is not himself backing the "New World Order", and heavily involved in all of this insidious "Build Back Better" rot.
Even my brother immediately recognized the flaw in this position proposed by Bret Weinstein; and frankly, I was considerably disappointed that this was all the guy had with which to contribute as a solution to saving the world from the trend it is on with these 'vaccines'.
There is something afoot that is far more sinister than just a bunch of pharmaceutical companies striving to become insanely wealthy, even at the cost of killing and disabling massive amounts of the world's population.
Bret Weinstein ought to know better. Elon Musk must be perceived as deeply involved until he somehow proves himself otherwise, for he is certainly enamoured of and gung-ho about transhumanism.
However, I have no time here to launch in that direction.
I followed that video with an episode of Arrow ─ season seven's episode 12. And at its conclusion, my brother was set for some bed rest ere leaving to catch a bus to rendezvous at a distant pub with one or two of his drinking buddies.
I also caught a bit of rest while he was doing so; and then after seeing him off, I had one of my luscious and rich hot caffeinated beverages while I worked on the start of this post. Then when I discovered that it was already past 3 p.m. and I had not yet engaged any exercise and still had to sun, I got some strenuous exercising out of the way in short order, and at 3:20 p.m. began over an hour of backyard sunning while I was attired in a pair of swimming trunks.
What has been remarkable about today is that even though there is not a trace of cloud and the Sun has had full eminence, the day has not been oppressively hot. Google claims that at 6 p.m. here in Surrey where I live, it was 23º C. (74º F.).
That delicious and sustaining beverage had been my sole nourishment thus far in my day, so following the sunning I finally had a meal. And then I needed to lie down to allow its settlement.
And basically, here we now are early into the evening.
I want to mention an alarming incident this morning concerning my poor wife after she had risen, and while I was in the kitchen fixing up that black instant coffee before I joined my brother for T.V.
She had apparently come down the carpeted stairs while she was dressed in her robe and bare feet, bearing a tumbler of water or cold tea and probably her cellphone ─ maybe she was staring at its screen, for she had on her glasses.
Anyway, I heard her crash to the floor while she expressed an outburst of distressed consternation, and my brother then solicitously called forth an enquiry as to her welfare (he was witness to the aftermath of the fall).
I came to look and offer my own sympathetic concerns, as she gingerly and carefully climbed back to her feet, rubbing one of them and responding that only it was a little sore.
I think that what had happened was that she must have gotten down to that last stair step and believed herself to then be on the ground floor. So of course when she took her next step onto what she thought was the main floor, it was not there ─ it was another five or so inches beneath that foot.
And down she went.
This could have been disastrous for her. She could have broken a wrist or arm, or possibly even a leg; or incurred tendon or ligament damage in a limb. She might also have fallen onto the ceramic tumbler. Fortunately, it did not break, nor did her glasses.
Apparently she had to put in another full day at her friend's Thai restaurant with the usual 11 a.m. start, so she left here around 10:45 a.m. on the fairly long drive. By then, she seemed her usual self, and was walking about without any noticeable change, I am pleased to say.
And here I am going to close out for the day, for I have a can of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) in the fridge icebox / freezer that will soon be just about ice cold ─ I will be enjoying it along with some T.V. ere a light supper.
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