The expectation last evening was that I would be sitting up into the midnight hour, operating our Android TV Box and thereby watching T.V. shows with my younger brother soon after he was home. I have a present deadline of 9:30 p.m. for him.
He showed up around 9:20 p.m.
He then began fussing around in the kitchen after he had gone upstairs to change into sweatpants, by which time it was 9:30 p.m.
I think that I waited until around 9:35 p.m. before switching the T.V. setup from where it would respond to the Android TV Box, and instead placed it into the regular T.V. mode as I bided time in awaiting my brother's convenience.
Then I heard him crack open a beer to pour into his mug, and he sallied into the living room to join me. However, in seeing that the T.V. was in its regular mode, he hurriedly reached over and grabbed a remote and began using it to search for something to watch.
This was not acceptable to me. If we were not to be watching our usual roster of series ─ and it was an episode of Black Sails that I had intended ─ then I was done for the evening. I was going to go to bed, for it was clear that my brother was drunker than usual and not any company I wanted to endure.
And thus it was that I was likely into my bed by 9:20 p.m., and had set my cellphone's alarm for 4 a.m. so that I could rise for an early walk before the day started becoming busy.
Alas, I harboured some guilt because my wife ─ who had worked the long day at the Thai restaurant where she has part-time employment ─ would be coming home anon, and I had no idea if my besotted brother would be turning surly because of my abandonment of him.
My wife's eldest son had already gone to bed, whereas I do not believe that the younger lad was yet home ─ he had appropriated his brother's car and gone somewhere.
This guilt likely adversely affected my ability to find sleep. And although I did eventually hear what were probably the sounds of someone coming in through the front door, I don't know who it was. I could not hear any communication.
Ultimately, I was to hear the sounds of someone probably chopping a vegetable in the kitchen as whomever it was likely became engaged in some cooking.
Sleep came and went in successions, for that is my natural state of sleep. Even so, I believe that I managed to remain abed until my cellphone's alarm sounded at 4 a.m.
I did get in my walk, leaving home perhaps as early as 4:10 a.m., and putting in a leisurely hike in the form of a three-mile rectangle. I even stopped at an elementary school to perform some pull-ups on a set of rings in the playground there.
In the circuit that I trekked, I saw first a scavenger who had come to the small parking lot of a 7-Eleven and performed a search of the pavement for cigarette butts. He was affected by that forward lean characteristic of so many drug addicts, and walked with the related fast pace.
Awhile later I encountered a woman coming my way and bearing what appeared to be her belongings in something like luggage being borne in each arm. She seemed to have just separated from a man wearing a safety vest and who had angled off into the gloom of a park. My thought was that I might have interrupted a sexual act, but I do not know it to have been so. The woman was definitely not comely, nor did she have the physique of someone who bothers much with her shape.
Then as I walked the sidewalk along another side of that same park, I saw another woman coming my way who was also carrying a load in each arm. However, she was talking conversationally loud, but definitely to herself. I could hear her say as she approached, "I'm done with people. I'm better off alone."
This was almost a mantra, for she kept repeating how she was done with people. The sidewalk we were walking had separated into two 'lanes' with some lawn grass separating them ─ I was on the section nearest to the park's border, and she on the section closest the road. I had chosen the gloomier section so as to be less obvious to any passing vehicles. When we were finally abreast one another as we proceeded in opposite directions, she seemed to pay me no heed and just kept talking about how done she was with people.
The two sections of sidewalk were probably separated by maybe four feet of lawn grass, so she definitely would have seen me. And although it was gloomy, she appeared to be considerably of more appeal than did the first woman.
After we had passed by one another, I then saw a man farther up the sidewalk ─ the woman must surely have had interaction with him, for she would have had to have passed right by him if they had not in fact been together.
This character also had the drug-addict lean, and was practically bent over horizontally as he cased the area of sidewalk by a bus shelter. Since I wanted naught to do with him, I struck across the park. At this point, I was early into my return for home, having reached the point farthest from my origin. This occurred when I left the highway where I had encountered the first woman, and then turned left to take the homeward half of my hike.
I was not to see anything else of note. In the Surrey of my young adulthood, I would likely not have seen a soul at that early hour.
I was back home just after 5 a.m. at which point my eldest stepson was just beginning to rise for his workday.
The night had been overcast, and initially I even felt the faintest speck of rain a few times. But although I had brought gloves to use for the pull-ups at the school playground, the rings were both dry and not even remotely cold to handle. Temperatures were well above freezing.
I probably remained up for an hour, and then returned to bed. My later morning was not to begin until about 9:14 a.m. when I rose to join my brother who was by then downstairs watching T.V.
We were only to have time for one casedemic / plandemic / scamdemic video ─ Odessa Orlewicz seems to be at her best when she has guests to interview, and this effort at better than two hours and 20 minutes was excellent: March 7- I Interview Highly Censored Johnny Cirucci Author Of Eaters Of Children & Romans Of Mass Destruction.
This is the first time I have heard of Johnny Cirucci, but I shall hence be paying him some attention. I was somewhat in the mood for his line of thought after an article I had read following my early hike this morning ─ the second paragraph's final sentence in this quote especially captured my notice:
People aren’t merely confused about what digital identity actually entails. Most also don’t understand the intended scope of the Fourth Industrial Revolution, another concept invented by Schwab and promoted through the WEF.That is a quote from a Joseph Mercola article titled "The Great Reset’s 5G Cyborg Ecosystem", copies of which can be found variously, but two sources are here and here.
Schwab and his technocratic allies dream of turning mankind into cyborgs with limited or no capacity to free will. The inability to comprehend or accept just how twisted and power hungry these individuals are, is a psychological hurdle we need to overcome.
Not many people are willing to allow themselves to accept such a notion. Johnny Cirucci takes it even farther, if I understand him fully: peaceful protests and legal actions are not going to bring an end to what we are being confronted with. The only way to stop it all is by ending the reigns of our tyrants and their overlords by as extreme methods as may be required.
He also indicated that it is unacceptable that police and the military obey orders that they inwardly feel are not lawful or right. You can work out for yourself what being "unacceptable" may entail in what is coming. They either remove themselves from their obedience to their 'superiors' ... or they will be removed themselves along with those giving them their orders.
Following that video, I tuned in the Black Sails episode that was not watched last night. Unbeknownst to both my brother and I, the episode was the series finale ─ we had finally come to its conclusion.
It certainly opened up spectacularly enough; but as far as we were concerned, the episode fizzled right out. Nothing was conclusive, and only implied at very best.
Gosh, it's already after 7:30 p.m. ─ I must close this post and have some supper as I once again await my brother's homecoming following his departure in the early afternoon to go 'socializing'.
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