My wife arrived home early last evening while I was watching the season premiere of Magnum P.I. ─ it is truly nice to be able to enjoy athletic and beautiful Perdita Weeks again, for I am a huge fan of the lass. That gal is buff!
My wife wasted no time in getting busy in the kitchen, but I was just finishing what was my supper. Her efforts would be for the benefit of her two sons and potentially my younger brother once he was home from wherever he was drinking.
He finally showed up a little ahead of 9 p.m., by which time I had been upstairs here at my computer for a while; actually, I was in the bathroom when he got in, so I went directly to bed from there so that I could nap away the latter evening.
And I did well. It was into the latter half of the midnight hour when I was awake enough to be curious on the time, so that was when I rose to return here to my computer. My brother had gone to his bedroom for the night.
My wife and at least one of her sons were still up, but they gradually called it a night as well. All of them had to work today, although the eldest son is on an afternoon shift this week; and my wife's full days (at the Thai restaurant where she works part-time) do not have a start time until 11 a.m.
I was in good form, and relatively early finished the work that I wanted to get done. Unfortunately, that was my opening for censurable preoccupation here instead of getting back to bed a couple of hours earlier than I finally did ─ which was at least 6:45 a.m., and maybe even closer to 7 a.m.
I will say that the term "exquisite" ─ rightly or wrongly ─ definitely applied.
Incidentally, it began raining overnight ─ perhaps after 3 a.m. The day since has been solidly overcast.
The only other thing worth mentioning is that my last act before getting to bed was to take a single six-drop dose of Miracle Mineral Solution (MMS). I have begun a three-week regimen of these single daily doses to see if they are worthwhile, having finished just over three weeks on a daily multi-hourly dose of three drops for a total of anywhere from five to eight such doses (on at least a couple of occasions).
Eight three-drop doses were to have been the target, but I just did not have it in me to sit up that long overnight; and because I prefer to take in no calories nor even black coffee until after two hours following my final daily dose, it has been too damned inconvenient to follow this protocol during the day. I would usually be so hungry and (psychologically) weak from that hunger that I would never be able to tackle my afternoon exercising.
MMS seems to have no definite effect on me that I can certify. I could easily take those six drops two or even three times in a day, I am sure.
After getting back to bed and having some sleep, I was awake and aware that my wife was getting up for the morning ─ at most, it was not quite 9:30 a.m.
When she went into the bathroom, I rose and dressed, and came here to my computer. My brother was watching T.V., but I waited until nigh 10 a.m. before going downstairs to boil water for a black instant coffee and to join him. On my planned Android TV Box agenda for the morning, I had in mind a movie for us.
However, he chose that time to leave and go for a haircut. He was back by 10:30 a.m. (my wife was gone by then). Unfortunately, we had missed the opportunity for the movie, for my plan also included to first watch Odessa Orlewicz's latest video from yesterday, and it was nearly 1¼ hours in duration: Oct 4th- Canadian Whistleblower Paramedic Speaks Out- I Interview Thomas.
By the time it was done, a movie would take us beyond 1 p.m., and my brother prefers to be back in his bedroom getting some rest before he heads off for the afternoon to resume his daily drinking somewhere. Thus, tomorrow is now the screening for that movie.
Anyway, Odessa's guest Thomas is employed in Alberta as an ambulance attendant, from what I understood ─ so I suppose that he's a paramedic (it says so in the video title). Even so, he fully expects that he is going to get canned (fired) for speaking out like he is doing concerning the scamdeimic / plandemic / casedemic.
The reason he is not giving his last name is likely due to not wanting the general public to know who he is, for he is married and has three kids. Who needs the 'vaccination' fanatics ─ the COVIDiots ─ persecuting one's family for speaking the truth?
His employment superiors obviously know who he is ─ he's not disguised; and this is why he is anticipating having his dozen plus years as a paramedic come to an end, for he has no intention of getting a COVID-19 'vaccination'. He has done far too much research.
It was a darned good interview ─ the guy is very likeable.
Once it was done, I tuned in an episode of Arrow ─ specifically season seven's episode 18 ("Lost Canary").
And with that finished, my brother sought his bedroom. I decided soon thereafter to catch a nap.
When I came forth from my bedroom afterwards, my brother was gone.
I smartly got to work on this post, and then took an extended break for some exercise and a little watering of some plants in the front yard that receive no rain because of a very pronounced roof overhang that we have basically all around the house.
My last session of exercise was out in the backyard toolshed; and when I came back into the house, I discovered my brother's van parked outside. It was probably around 3:30 p.m.
Did he come back and decide to catch a bus to go off to distant Langley to drink with his friend Greg at the pub out there which does not police wretched and corrupt Public Unhealth Bon-Bon's 'vaccine passport' mandate?
I was to learn the answer to that just ahead of 5 p.m. when he emerged from his bedroom.
It seems that he is coming down with a virus or something, and didn't have it in him to do anything earlier. And so this extended nap.
Nevertheless, this time he did head off to have some drinks ─ probably at his girlfriend Bev's home. I rather anticipate that he will be back fairly early in the evening.
It is barely 5:30 p.m. at present, so I am going to bring this post to a close in order for me to watch something on T.V. and enjoy a Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) while my brother is away.
I want to mention that I have not weighed myself on an empty stomach in a week, but back then I registered around the 177 / 178-pound range. I hope there has been no increase since.
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