I was wrong yesterday when I opined that I seemed to be overcoming the respiratory infection that had taken me hostage for four days at that juncture, for I expressed that the third day had been the worst of the lot.
What a difference a night makes! I coughed much overnight, and that carried over into the morning after I was watching T.V. with my younger brother ─ deep, powerful coughs of a phlegmatic nature.
He seemed to cough almost as much.
Yet I do not feel myself feverish ─ only my respiratory system seems affected.
My brother had arrived home last evening just ahead of 9:30 p.m., if I am remembering correctly. When I put our Android TV Box into action, we were to watch an episode each of Killing Eve; The Graham Norton Show; Chapelwaite; and Ghosts.
He retired well into the latter half of the midnight hour, but I sat here at my computer (which is in my bedroom) until something like 1:06 a.m. In all that time, my wife had not yet come home after working the full day at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.
As it was to develop, my wife never showed up until something like 9:15 - 9:20 a.m. this morning, and she smartly went directly to bed ─ she had probably been up all night doing some partying. I just hope that she was no more stupid than that ─ we are in those financial dire straits oft cited.
When she arrived home, my brother was still reading the Saturday morning edition of the Vancouver Sun that I subscribe to, and I had just finished preparing and had begun enjoying my day's first instant coffee with 'the works'.
However, soon he finished with the paper and I was free to put our Android TV Box to use so that we could watch a video on T.V. ─ I had a long one in mind, two hours and 44 minutes. It featured Del Bigtree, and had been uploaded to BitChute on May 6: EPISODE 266: GEERT VANDEN BOSSCHE: ‘MY FINAL CALL’.
Lockdowns Expand in China; Details of New ‘Disinformation Czar’; New #PfizerDocuments Released; Geert Vanden Bossche’s Final, Dire Warning to the World
Guest: Geert Vanden Bossche, DVM, PhD
My brother seemed deeply invested in the lengthy Geert Vanden Bossche interview. And rightly so ─ it was most unsettling. If his diagnosis of what is taking place ─ SARS-CoV-2 variants being generated wholesale by the overwhelming 'vaccine' push during a 'pandemic' ─ then he may well be correct in predicting that before Summer is over, masses of the 'vaccinated' are going to begin becoming infected with a virulent strain that is going to result in inestimable mortality.
And of course, the 'unvaccinated' will get the blame ─ even though the variant strain will likely not have as severe an effect upon them because their innate immune systems have not be suppressed by the 'vaccine'.
I wish that I could afford to stock up on ivermectin and even methylene blue. I know of no hydroxychloroquine sources here in Canada, but methylene blue (more or less a precursor of hydroxychloroquine) can be purchased thus far ─ just ensure that is is pharmaceutical grade.
Do the research!
And don't always just use Google. It censors the results, burying what its algorithms have been designed to obscure and hide.
That long video brought my brother and I to at least 12:40 p.m., so he sought some bed rest. I had a small meal, and then I also sought a nap.
When I had the needed bit of sleep, I rose to find that my brother had left for his daily 'socializing'.
As for my wife, she never emerged from 'her' bedroom until just after 4:50 p.m. And by 5:40 p.m., she was leaving for the remainder of the weekend, asking me to take out a package or tray of frozen chicken legs tomorrow to leave on an aluminum platter in the fridge to thaw, for she said that she would be back on Monday to cook them.
The day was primarily overcast. In the earliest evening when I went out into the backyard to have some exercise in the toolshed, I could feel the faintest sprinkling of such fine raindrops that they were virtually invisible to my poor eyes, nor were they leaving a trace on any surfaces.
Since I hope to do some grocery shopping early tomorrow morning at a store just over 2¾ miles from here ─ I will be walking because I do not drive ─ I do rather hope that I can escape a wet trip.
It is after 7:30 p.m., so I am going to close this post here.
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