Wouldn't you know it! Shortly after 3 p.m. this overcast day, immediately following a nap, I ventured outside to see if perhaps I could at least sit outside comfortably to benefit from the daylight for at least 40 minutes.
It immediately began spitting rain.
But at least I got in my early a.m. five-mile walk in perfect mild dryness under a solidly overcast sky.
Last evening my younger brother had arrived home just ahead of the (secret) 9:30 p.m. deadline that I had set for him, so I felt obliged to operate our Android TV Box to watch an episode of at least one of the T.V. series that we follow in common.
So I tuned in an episode of Marcella, not realizing that we had finally come to the series finale. Our suspicions quickly arose, for the episode was going in a direction that seemed so climactic that it could not be imagined how the storyline could possibly progress thereafter.
When I confirmed after the episode was done that it ─ the eighth in season or series three ─ was indeed the concluding episode and there were to be no more, I felt a wee bit of a loss. I have liked the series from the start, and enjoy watching little cutie Anna Friel.
The ending was dissatisfying in that Marcella was apparently disappearing with the surviving baby from the Maguire crime family home massacre that you can read about at that Wikipedia article, and seemed intent on keeping and raising it. She also seemed to have allocated to herself some unknown amount of the wealth of the Maguire's by extracting an eyeball from one of the dead Maguire siblings in order to be able to sign in to his laptop and access the necessary account details.
In the final scene before she boards a jet while 'all dolled up' an unknown amount of time following the massacre, the baby she bears seems considerably older than the swaddled infant she had left the Maguire estate with.
And what was the significance of the ringing mobile phone that she had been speaking into briefly and then left on a table in a rather posh hotel bar or dining area when she headed off to catch her private jet?
Also, was she content to never again see her two kids who were taken away by their father to live in Singapore near the end of the previous series season?
All this was left unanswered.
Anyway, with the episode finished, I opted to watch an episode of something shorter, a sitcom: Workin' Moms. And that brought me to my bedtime.
I do not recall exactly when bedtime was, but I hope that it was no later than 11 p.m., for my cellphone alarm was set for 2:30 a.m. and that walk. My wife had not yet arrived home following her long day of work at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.
Well, my alarm did rouse me from a light sleep. I was definitely groggy, but resolute enough for the walk. My eldest stepson was still up, but I believe that I slipped away unnoticed and was off walking no later than 2:45 a.m.
The approximate centre point of the five-mile rectangle that I was to walk should be displayed on this Google Map ─ the 9000 block of King George Boulevard. My main boundaries were 132nd and 140th Streets on one side, and 84th and 96th Avenues on the other. Nevertheless, I did twice venture to the nearest roads outside of those bounds, so my walk would have been just over five miles, which is the intent.
I was back home no later than 4:36 a.m., but did not return to bed until something like 5:23 a.m.
After some sleep, I was not to check the time again until something like 9:12 a.m., so I hurriedly rose. To my surprise, I was to find that my wife was already up and downstairs in the kitchen cooking a couple of dishes for the household, even though she was going to have to put in another full day at the restaurant ─ it opens at 11 a.m., and is quite a drive from here.
I went downstairs and joined my brother who was watching T.V. in the living room; and when he invited me to put our Android TV Box into play, I led us off with Odessa Orlewicz's hour and eight-minute video from yesterday: 16 Times The B!ble Warns That Big Pharmakeia Will Deceive Humans into Destruction.
Odessa was interviewing a chap named Jon Rossiter. I believe that he has a website, but I didn't take note of it. However, his BitChute channel is Truthwillsetyoufree777. What I see there has me interested in giving one of his videos a shot to see if it's the sort of thing that my brother and I will enjoy.
My wife left for work while this video was playing.
The next video I tuned in was a 2018 documentary titled Biosludged that you can find sources for at BitChute here. If that link fails, just do your own search there. It runs for an hour and nine minutes and was a rather exhaustive treatment of the criminal atrocity that is being perpetrated upon the people of any nation where sewage biosludge is taken and 'turned' into supposedly organic fertilizer and thereby causing inestimable pollution and harm to the environment, our food, and to us.
The documentary featured the U.S., but this is also going on in Canada.
The final video my brother and I were to watch was a Liberty Coalition Canada May 14 upload to Rumble that was 50 minutes in length, and featured Pastor Michael Thiessen interviewing a Manitoba trucker: Rick Wall: The Unlikely Face of Freedom.
This week on Open Mike, Michael talks to Manitoban trucker Rick Wall who unexpectedly found himself at the heart of the Trucker Convoy that took the world by storm.
I still marvel at the Ottawa Freedom Convoy 2022. Rick Wall never went to Ottawa, but he merits respect in his own provincial right.
This video probably took my brother and I to approximately 12:40 p.m., so he broke off to go to his bedroom for some rest. He was gone when I rose from my nap a little while later, but I see that he left afoot and must have gone to catch a bus. He occasionally rendezvouses at a pub with one or two of his drinking buddies and will bus when he knows that he will likely be doing more beer-drinking than is worth the risk of driving home from afterwards.
Even though he will not be home again until quite late this evening, I have nothing planned for tomorrow morning, so I will likely sit up in order to watch an episode of at least one of the series that we follow in common through our Android TV Box. This will depend on just how severely drunk he is, and also on how late his homecoming is. There is no sense of still sitting up if he is not here by 11 p.m.
It is already nearly 8 p.m., so I am going to close this post right now.
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