For whatever reason, my younger brother arrived home well after 8:30 p.m. last evening from wherever he had been drinking, so I was able to seek bed closer around 9 p.m. than has been generally possible since these damned 'vaccine passports' have come into play here in the province, preventing him from entering any nearby pubs or bars.
My wife had gotten home early in the evening while I was enjoying some T.V. and eating the last of a light supper, and she was busy in the kitchen soon enough and involved in cooking when my brother showed up. I was here upstairs at my computer and thus able to make an orderly progression to bed to nap away the latter evening so that I could sit up in large part in peace and privacy overnight getting some work done here at my computer.
I was also going to be taking another session of six hourly three-drop doses of Miracle Mineral Supplement (MMS), for I was back out of bed around 11:45 p.m. at latest.
My wife had to work a full day today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, so she was not up last night too very much longer ─ her full days at the restaurant begin at 11 a.m. My eldest stepson was up the longest ─ probably till after 3 a.m. ─ because he has an afternoon shift this week.
It was probably around 4 a.m. that I heard the start of rain.
I was not to return to bed until around 6 a.m., and I could have had a seventh dose of MMS ─ the ideal is eight over the course of such a session. However, by that time I had become essentially revulsed by the taste / odour of the substance and had no appetite for any more. Also, I was already micturating with some frequency due to the extraneous distilled water I had been intaking ─ to have one drink further of even two or three ounces would only result in a mounting urgency to urinate that would eventually adversely affect the latter stages of the sleep that I wanted and hoped to have.
If I keep up with this third and final week of these multiple daily doses, perhaps I will make Sunday / Monday night my final such session, and then I will embark upon one daily hit of six drops of MMS for the next three weeks and assess how it agrees with me to that point.
To be honest, I quite look forward to taking a large multiple-drop dose of the stuff just once a day instead of basically torturing myself with several hourly smaller doses. Heck, I would even take 10 drops at once if it was suggested.
Anyway, after returning to bed and deriving some sleep, I was awake and checking the time shortly after 9 a.m. Nevertheless, I did not feel the need to rise quite yet, so I waited until nearer 9:30 a.m. before doing so and coming here to my computer to await 10 a.m. before going downstairs to boil water for a black instant coffee and to join my brother at the T.V. where I would take over and put our Android TV Box into action.
The rain had stopped by then, and by the afternoon there were sunny breaks.
The first show that I tuned in for my brother and I to watch was a 1¼-hour Dr. Mercola video recorded just this month: Vaccine Awareness 2021- Interview with Barbara Loe Fisher.
My brother is not a fan of Dr. Mercola's interviews, but I think he appreciated this one. It didn't get technical ─ that was not the purpose of this particular discussion.
I followed that video with a near hour-long condensation of one of Alex Jones very long programmes: Viral PhD Issues New Emergency Warning: 'It's War, People are Dying'.
The PhD who was interviewed was Dr. Sean Brooks whose three - four minute presentation at a parent / school board meeting did indeed attain viral status due to how stark his warning against being 'vaccinated' was. He boldly declared that anyone who takes the genuine (as opposed to a faux or saline 'vaccine') can expect to die within a few months to up to five years thereafter.
I found it additionally interesting that he did not sound as if he was a fan of Dr. Robert Malone, judging him to be treading too lightly on the issue and even vacillating with his stance.
I have noticed that Dr. Malone does either seem reluctant to come right out and identify just what really is going on in the world and is behind this push for global 'vaccination' of everyone, or else he simply does not 'see' that there is great and deliberate evil at work here of an intentionally genocidal nature. Can he be that naive, or if he fearful of torpedoing his career if he says overmuch?
The final show my brother and I were to watch was an episode of Schitt's Creek. Specifically, it was season six's episode 11 ("Bachelor Party"), so we are almost finished with the series. We have even already seen the quite emotional farewell special ("Best Wishes, Warmest Regards: A Schitt's Creek Farewell").
I am going to miss that series ─ and those glimpses of actress Annie Murphy's gorgeous calves!
I will also miss actress Emily Hampshire ─ her character's kookiness very much attracted her to me.
My brother had his bed rest after that episode; and then early in the afternoon left to eventually commence his daily drinking somewhere. I now forget if he left before or after my eldest stepson, but once the twain were both gone, I was alone. My youngest stepson had left for work in the latter forenoon.
Obviously my wife rose in time to ready herself and make her rather long drive to work. Somehow, though, she even took the time to re-post this Facebook post of hers from exactly a year ago when she was advertising one of the products she often takes and has on hand to sell as a thus far small-time agent for Thailand's The iCon Group, a health-related products company:
I hope the embed code remains valid. This specific product seems to be a supplement called Vegan three oil, but I have no idea what price my wife has hers at ─ she reportedly sells her line of products for less than what anyone locally is able to buy from anywhere else. An occasional new customer will contact her about what she has available and then tell her this.
Gosh, it's early enough that I just may be able to squeeze in a Christmas movie before my brother comes back home. This is my bath day, but I could well have it after the show, and then go directly to bed for the latter evening if he does show up during it.
Yes ─ I think that I will do just that.
My last word is only to report that today was the day that I wanted to start a new ─ a hosted ─ website as my blog, but I just do not see how I can find the time to work in it while maintaining this and my private Blogger blog, as well as put some daily work into whatever post I have on the go at one of my two hosted websites.
This was the date when I started my private blog back in 2008. My plan was to rework or re-edit those old entries day by day. I had to render that blog private (as opposed to having it public) in early 2019 and then start up this blog because I had been identifying everyone by name in the original, and my youngest stepson discovered it and was aghast.
Actually, someone where he works brought it to his attention ─ he had been blissfully unaware of it for well over 11 years.
There is an enormous amount of information and work in that older blog ─ I hate that no one can see it. So the thought was to start making daily edited reproductions of those old posts, and adding current commentary to them, but disguising as I do in this blog anyone's identity.
Alas, I sure hate to have to wait until September of next year. I am 71 years old now, so I'll be 72 then ─ I likely don't have many more blogging years left to me!
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