I would certainly be getting to bed reasonably early almost every day of the week lately had I not revised my 9:30 p.m. deadline or curfew for my younger brother so that it only applies three days per week ─ those evenings that are prior to days when I have very early a.m. activity planned.
He knows nothing of this deadline ─ it is for my benefit. But ever since our provincial health crackpot quack Bon-Bon loosened the restriction several weeks ago that was preventing the 'unvaxxed' like my brother from being able to go to a pub or bar without proof of inoculation status, he has begun to delay his homecoming until into the latter evening.
I typically do a little grocery shopping on Sundays at either of two chain market outlets that both open at 7 a.m., so that spoken-of curfew will be in place for my brother this evening.
He did not arrive home last evening until near 10 p.m., but I had nothing planned for this morning, so I remained up and managed for us to catch an episode each of three of the T.V. series we follow via the Android TV Box that I operate for such entertainment. Specifically, we watched an episode each of Killing Eve, then Marcella, and finally The Man in the High Castle.
Concerning Killing Eve, I am perpetually impressed by how the killer / assassin as played by actress Jodie Comer is so skilful at garnering my sympathy right up until she once again brutally and sickeningly murders another victim. Jodie Comer has made her character alluring and charismatic.
Anyway, it was around 1 a.m. by the time I was to bed.
My wife had worked the full day at the Thai restaurant where she has part-time employment, and did not arrive home until after my brother had. However, she was not here more than a half hour or so. She changed clothes and freshened up, and then left after a voluble spate of Thai to one or both of her sons (if both were present in their den area); all I got as she left was the non-explanation to my brother and I, "Okay, I go now."
She typically spends the bulk of her weekends somewhere in Vancouver, so I do not expect to see her any earlier than Monday afternoon.
Initially her abrupt departure was somewhat hurtful for me, but the sting wore off after I was able to immerse myself into whatever show I was watching. And I suppose a little alcohol helped.
This morning I may have risen around 8:15 a.m. at latest. My brother was not too much later in emerging from his bedroom.
I knew that he would be picking up his girlfriend Bev at 10 a.m. just over two miles from us and then driving her the four or so blocks to where she works ─ this duty of his four days a week affords me the opportunity to have some exercise out in the backyard toolshed. However, this morning I somehow forgot that I typically have a mug of hot instant coffee with 'the works' that I prepare around 9 a.m. that definitely gives me a needed boost.
By the time I remembered towards 9:30 a.m., it was too late ─ drinking it from that point would have bogged me down and made exercising too uncomfortable. Consequently, I had to do without the boost.
The lack was apparent.
Afterwards, I weighed myself while stripped naked, and did not expect to find that I was at least 194 pounds ─ which was a pound or so heavier than yesterday.
I am not quite five feet and 11 inches in height, so at my age of 72, trying to do pull-ups in that shed while pretty much fully clothed is a cruel experience.
I have got to lose some belly flab! At least 10 pounds.
As for shows that my brother and I were to watch this morning, I put our Android TV Box into action and led us off with two True North videos on YouTube, both of which were interviews performed by hostess Candice Malcolm:
⦿ Canada’s totalitarian approach to COVID (Ft. Dr. Julie Ponesse) [April 27 ─ 38 minutes]
⦿ Trudeau’s blatant anti-Western Canadian bias continues [May 5 ─ 30 minutes]
The latter video's guest was Michael Binnion, "President and founding shareholder of Questerre Energy, a public oil and gas production company operating in Quebec. He is also the Executive Director of the Modern Miracle Network, whose mission is to encourage Canadians to have reasoned conversations about energy issues."
We also watched a 24-minute YouTube video on lead pollution and poisoning that was uploaded by user Vertasium on April 22: The Man Who Accidentally Killed The Most People In History.
After that, I tuned in a 59-minute Rumble video uploaded by Liberty Coalition Canada on April 30 that was an interview hosted by Pastor Michael Thiessen: Autopsies Show Evidence of Vaccine Fatalities! w/Professor Michael Palmer.
On this week's episode, Michael is joined by former Associate Professor of Biology Michael Palmer who was recently fired from the University of Waterloo over his refusal to take the jab.
Professor Palmer not only talks about the absurdity of his firing but also discusses the recent discoveries out of Germany that shows evidence of vaccine fatalities. You're not going to want to miss this one.
I have to admit that I got bogged down by Michael Palmer's rather complex microscopy slides that he lectured on. Nevertheless, information like this needs to be broadcast widely.
By the time that video was done, we were into the final quarter of the noon hour, so I entertained us with a 16-minute MMA clash by two big fighters with the respective oddball names of "Cabbage" and "Butter Bean" that can be viewed here, if interested.
At this point my brother was set for some bed rest ere leaving for the afternoon to once more 'socialize' somewhere. If he is tardy and fails to arrive home this evening by 9:30 p.m., I will not be sitting up thereafter to watch any T.V. with him.
The day has been dry, and at times this morning even sunny to a fair degree; however, it is also unpleasantly chilly due to a breeze that is bad enough to be making my bedroom a little too cool to easily bear (I try to keep the window open by 10 or so inches).
Gosh, it just hit me that yesterday was my mother's birthday. She died back in mid-March 2006, but her birthday ought not to be so easily forgotten.
And that reminds me that yesterday I learned that one of the beautiful singers from my very young adulthood died a mere six or so blocks from where I am living ─ it was Susan Jacks of The Poppy Family. She died on April 25, apparently, at the age of 73. She would have turned 74 this coming August, a little less than two months before I would be turning 73. (She can be seen in this YouTube video singing "Which Way You Goin' Billy?")
I was in that same Surrey Memorial Hospital last October for just over 11 days with "COVID pneumonia".
One further thing I want to mention is that my eldest stepson (27 years old?) has been coughing rather harshly for a few days now. His younger brother (24 years old?) had in that time only seemed to have finally gotten rid of his own very serious cough ─ he had actually been diagnosed as having an infection of COVID-19, so this leads me to speculate that his older brother has become the new host for whatever the younger lad had.
My evening is well underway and I wish to have a bath, so I am going to close today's post here.
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