Due to becoming so deeply involved in research this afternoon, it is already after 8 p.m. and I have very little time to blog. I am even sacrificing an afternoon exercise session that was scheduled.
This is truly wretched.
I was to bed last night shortly after 11:30 p.m., I would estimate. I had limited myself to watching just an episode each of two of the T.V. series that my younger brother and I follow (specifically, DC's Legends of Tomorrow and Chapelwaite). My cellphone alarm was set for 3:30 a.m.
I also consumed two cans of strong (8% alcohol) malt (beer).
When my alarm sounded to alert me to rise and ready for another early walk, it pulled me from sleep.
It was 3:48 a.m. by the time I was away on that walk. The night was overcast enough, but all was dry and temperatures definitely a lot milder than two nights earlier when last I had a walk.
For whatever reason, I lacked lustre ─ in a word, I felt 'pooped'. This lasted for most of my walk, and there were at least a couple of times when I wondered theoretically on what it would be like to stretch out somewhere and try to sleep.
As usual, I essayed some pull-ups at the rings in an elementary school playground early into ─ and then towards the finish ─ of this walk within Whalley, which must have approached 4½ miles, all told.
A couple or so times, I changed my course's trajectory to avoid someone I noticed in the distance.
The only wildlife I came across was a scampering rat (as was the case two nights ago while walking); I also spooked something in a shrub by an apartment building ─ probably another rat.
Anyway, I was back home by 5:30 a.m. at latest ─ quite possibly even earlier. And I was back in bed before 6 a.m.
My eldest stepson had gotten up soon after I was home, and he left ─ I thought for work ─ before I returned to bed. However, he was back home by the noon hour, so I don't know for certain that he did work. He is presently on a 12-hour shift, so clearly he never put in that amount of time.
My wife had to work a full day today with an 11 a.m. start at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, so she rose around 9:30 a.m. while I my brother and were watching an Odessa Orlewicz video that was two hours and 22 minutes in duration: April 5- Interview With Pastor Artur Pawlowski Who Was Tortured In Canadian Prison. He Is Now Out And Awaiting Trial On House Arrest.
I interview Canadian Pastor Art who just got out of prison for ridiculous "charges" regarding uplifting biblical sermons he gave at Coutts. He was free to go in and out of Coutts but his house was swarmed and he was arrested days later. The illegal abuse he endured for 50 days, against all human rights laws in Canada, he will discuss in depth. Pastor Art is still on house arrest awaiting trial for preaching his beliefs. Please SHARE this episode so the whole world knows what is happening to Canadians who want to share the truth about the World Economic Forum agenda which includes the slow and painful destruction of sovereign Christians. Whether you believe in religion or not, whether you deem yourself as Christian or another religion in Canada...Every Canadian needs to see what they are doing to pastors in our prisons for practicing their faith and/or belief in freedom of speech.
That was a darned good interview, incidentally. I am going to have to try to remember to make a small donation to Artur's cause. (StreetChurch.ca)
I wish I knew what is going on with my wife. Evidently that she was going to let her youngest son have her car today, for he went with her on the fairly long drive to her restaurant. So unless a co-worker at the restaurant is going to give her a lift home, he is going to have to go and pick her up later this evening.
She texted me this afternoon that she had taken money from what is basically my chequing account, since it only ever contains my monthly pension and not any contributions from her anymore. She already owed the account $500, so I got around later to having a look ─ and was somewhat upset to discover that she had taken an addition $1,900.
How can she possibly repay $2,400, as well as refrain from taking even more out of this fund that is essentially my money?
But on with my narrative.
Following that Odessa Orlewicz interview of Pastor Art, my brother and I were to also watch episode 10 of The Sequel to the Fall of the Cabal. (This link is likely not the one I used.)
The Bill & Melinda Gates Foundation’s investments in Big Pharma companies and some of the worst polluters in the world (like Bayer/Monsanto) are overshadowed by their interest in companies that sell products on-line. We’ll show you Gates’ involvement in pedophilia and child trafficking, his close friendship with convicted child-abuser Epstein, his visits to Epstein-Island, and his massive financial support of webshops that sell Adrenochrome and items that refer to missing children through strange codes. Mister Nice turns out not to be so nice after all...
We also watched an episode of Twenty Twelve.
Then my brother sought a little bed rest; and I was back in bed seeking a nap before he emerged from his bedroom to leave afoot to catch the first of two buses to get him out to Langley to do some drinking with his friend Greg who lives there. There is scant chance that my brother is going to be back home by 9:30 p.m.
I believe that my unjabbed brother is going to finally be able to drink locally again in pubs this weekend, if the 'vaccine passport' requirement extant in our province is to be lifted tomorrow.
Should this be true, it may well be that I will not be watching much late-evening T.V. with my brother any longer, for I expect that he will frequently be failing to arrive home by the 9:30 p.m. deadline that I have for him.
Okay, I have taken longer than I like on this post, so I am going to finish. But I wish to record that this morning before I had yet eaten anything at all ─ only a mug of coffee with 'the works' ─ I weighed myself after stripping all of my clothes off.
Entirely naked, I am still 193 pounds ─ possibly nearing 194 pounds.
This must stop! I have to try and lose 10 pounds somehow without incurring any loss of muscle.
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