Something has seriously gone amiss with me after lying down on my younger brother's bed for an hour or so this afternoon while he has been away, and then rising none too well whatsoever around 5 p.m.
It took me over 20 minutes to compose both the both and this second sentence ─ something has seriously happened with my brain. I think I have had a possible stroke or something.
Even my vision is a little worse than usual.
I am going to keep this post short, for I do not understand what has happened with me.
Overnight I worked here at my computer after some latter evening sleep, and I returned to bed towards 4:40 a.m. without my wife showing up after her full work day on Wednesday at the Thai restaurant where she works part-time.
Between that return to bed and around 6 p.m., I had to twice rise to micturate, which made no sense at all, for I only drank a glass of water in all the while that I was up overnight beginning no later than 12:30 a.m.
I finally became aware of my wife coming to bed; and although I never checked the time, I supposed that it must have been around 7 a.m. She remained in bed until something like 1:30 p.m. or later this afternoon, by which time my younger brother had already left to ultimately resume his daily drinking somewhere.
I was to learn from my wife that her boss ─ who is also her very close friend ─ had apparently learned of the death of her father back in Thailand, so I expect that my wife stayed with her to help her handle the loss.
My wife is having her own crisis in that it seems that her boss / friend feels that she has no choice but to comply with our accursed provincial health officer Bonnie Henry and our NDP premier John Horgan and their revelation this past Monday declaring that as of September 13, restaurants are going to have to require medical apartheid ('vaccine passports') here in British Columbia.
I am having such trouble composing in this post ─ there is something most unwell with me.
At any rate, my wife further laments that she wants to be able to see her mother in Thailand within the reasonable future, but that is of course not possible without a damned 'vaccination'.
I swear, if my wife gets forced to have a 'vaccination' and she turns out to be one of those who become a casualty of that horrible toxic genetic experiment, I will not allow her to go unavenged. Neither Bonnie Henry nor John Horgan will get away with the murder of my wife.
I am 71 years old ─ if I am to end my life attempting to commit an act or even two of vengeance, I do not care. I am beyond fed up with the lies those two weak cowards keep mouthing.
My wife has not had to work today, so she has been home throughout. Tomorrow will probably be another of her full days, however.
The day has not only been heavily overcast, but we have had a fair amount of needed rain today.
I am honestly struggling to properly put together words that result in proper sentences ─ could I have had a small stroke, I wonder? Something is not right. I am going to stop here for today.
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