My wife was home last evening before my younger brother. He finally arrived home around 9:40 - 9:45 p.m., which was past his (secret) deadline of 9:30 p.m. that I have in place for those evenings prior to any day in which I have a walk in the early a.m. planned.
Thus in the case of last evening, as soon as I heard him come into the house, I closed my bedroom door and was to bed in perhaps a minute's time, and with my cellphone alarm (an iPhone 5) set for 3 a.m.
Sleep was fitful, as is perfectly usual for me. However, there came a point in the night when I believed myself to have heard a crow, even though it was still dark.
Eventually I grew too curious to resist checking the time, for I had been having to correct wakefulness for what seemed too many times by seeking a posture that was more conducive to sleep.
To my shock, my computer screen displayed the time as being something like 4:40 a.m. How could this be? I was sure that I had set the alarm properly.
Aghast, I hurriedly rose to dress, and then spotted my cellphone laying on the carpet. This was of course not where I had left it after setting its alarm, so I have no idea what went amiss.
Later, I began wondering if perhaps I am vulnerable to some somnambulant state here in my old age (I am 72) that I have been wholly unaware of. Might some version of my subconsciousness ─ perhaps something bordering on a separate personality ─ taken umbrage with the sound of the cellphone alarm intruding into my sleep; and I unconsciously rose to dismiss the alarm, perhaps then fumbling with the phone in the dark and dropping it to the carpet?
Is such a condition possible?
I would love to one day be able to afford a monitoring camera to film me overnight, just so I can have a visual record of what may be going on with me nocturnally.
The reason I rise at 3 a.m. for my walks is so that I can avoid as many people and traffic as possible when I am out on my five-mile ventures. I abhor being out during the busy day ─ I want the solace and peace of the quietest of the night ─ and its anonymity.
I considered cancelling the walk, but there are only three mornings a week in which I do them ─ Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Sundays. It is by design that there are not two consecutive mornings; consequently, it would not be possible to reschedule the walk without breaking that rule.
In effect, I had to force myself to go.
By the time I was downstairs and heading for the front door, it was 4:53 a.m., and it struck me that sometimes this is when I have returned from one of my walks. Once more, doubt assailed me on the sense of going ─ already, there would be commuters beginning their routines to get themselves to work, and it was only going to grow worse as time passed.
A tweak of doubt again overcame me, but I seized upon the notion of just having a truncated walk. I would make the early stop at a nearby elementary school for a few attempts at pull-ups on the gymnastics-style rings at the 'older kids' playground, and then work out some modification to what otherwise would have been my walking route.
I settled upon just having a three-mile walk. And that was to be my course.
As I seem to recall, it may have been a few minutes past 6 a.m. when I was back home, but dawn had long since sprung. Daybreak has been coming undesirably early of late.
I was to return to bed possibly as early as 6:45 a.m., and managed a little further sleep in successive blocks. Near the end, I was even having a rather pleasant dream involving an accented younger woman of 55 with an unusually smooth texture to the skin of her face that had me doubting that she was as old as she claimed.
I met her outside a mall or something similar in a strange part of a city while I was on my way to where I was staying with my brother and his girlfriend or wife. I had sought direction from a much younger woman, and this 55-year-old somehow became involved in the conversation. I think that she may have been wearing a fur-trimmed hood on her jacket or coat, for it was chilly.
She definitely looked very nice, especially when she would raise her flawless complexion to me when we would talk, for she was considerably shorter than I. For some reason, she had decided that she was going to walk with me.
My impression of her was that she was going to remain with me, for she had clearly taken a strong liking to me.
And then of course I found myself too awake to continue with the dream. By this time it may have been as late as 8:30 a.m., so despite not wanting to, I rose for the morning.
I was to actually access the T.V. before my brother emerged from his bedroom for the morning, just ahead of 9 a.m. As a result, I was able to immediately put our Android TV Box to use to play some videos.
We finished a video that we had to cancel out of yesterday due to a noon dental appointment my brother had to keep (I wrote of it yesterday), and then I tuned in the latest effort by Laura-Lynn Tyler Thompson on Rumble.
Next up was an Organic Consumers Association video on Rokfin.com hosted by lovely Alexis Baden-Meyer: VAERS UPDATE With Dr. Henry Ealy - April 25th, 2022.
Despite being just over an hour in duration, it was mostly concerned with Dr. Henry Ealy updating on various legal activities he is involved with in trying to bring to justice various people behind the scamdemic / casedemic / plandemic in the States.
As my brother uttered once, "Why can't that be happening here in Canada?"
Amen!
Our Crime Minister Trudope has got to be ousted and brought to trial on multiple murder charges ─ as do quite a number of other politicians and many health authorities.
We were also to watch a Russell Brand YouTube video.
At this point my brother had been fussing around with the living room wall's furnace thermostat, for we've discovered that the furnace has not been running for a few days and the house feels damp and too danged cool.
Unfortunately, something seems amiss with it. Even with two fresh batteries, the Honeywell display screen declares the batteries to be old. But that's when we can even get anything at all to display on the screen!
He finally gave up after a half hour or so, saying that if he got time, he might check out what a replacement thermostat might cost ─ if anything similar can still be gotten. We've lived in this house since 2002, so there is no knowing how far back the thermostat was installed ─ maybe when the house was constructed.
He had been in touch with one of his drinking buddies, so early into the afternoon he left to hook up with the guy. And soon, I was having my afternoon nap. But after I had lain down, I realized that the furnace had kicked in! I have since heard it a few times.
I still can only see the low battery display on the thermostat screen, however. My brother has a better familiarity with the device than I, so I will leave it alone to await his attention.
I want to mention the latest communication that my wife has received from DHL and the large (and expensive) shipment of health-related products she has been expecting from Thailand's The iCon Group that DHL had originally estimated would be delivered on April 18.
Since then, we have seen in their tracking section that supposedly Canada Customs has initiated a "Clearance Event" that has been holding up delivery ─ the first "Clearance Event" was on April 14, then the 21st, and finally on the 27th.
Why so damned many? Should not one involvement by Canada Customs have been sufficient?
So we've been making enquiries to DHL ─ this is the latest response that my wife received via E-mail today at 3:35 p.m.:
I hope you are well.
My name is S**** and I’m the back line specialist, who is currently handling your file with subject line a** 4*********.
Kindly please be advised shipment is waiting for customs clearance process to be completed.
The process and duration of customs clearance is entirely dependent on Canada Customs and unfortunately, we have a high volume of shipments delayed under customs examination at this facility and the imports staff are doing their best to help clear the back log. Customs has already been advised to expedite the clearance process and physically release your shipment. There is nothing required from you at this moment. Please continue monitoring online. Closing file.
If you have any further questions, please do not hesitate to contact us.
Thank you for choosing DHL Express.
Basically, we have not really been told anything helpful, apart from the supposed fact that the shipment has not been lost or even seized.
And now they have closed my wife's complaint file?
They had originally accepted the shipment in Bangkok on April 11. Well, I now see here under "7. Claims":
All claims must be submitted in writing to DHL within thirty (30) days from the date that DHL accepted the Shipment, failing which DHL shall have no liability whatsoever. Claims are limited to one claim per Shipment, settlement of which will be full and final settlement for all loss or damage in connection therewith.
Can it be that the buggers are making these ongoing non-answers in a bid to use up those 30 days whereby they would otherwise be liable? If they are deliberately lulling us with phoney Canada Customs contact results when they know full well that the shipment is gone and that maybe even one of their own people have stolen it, then this will be unforgivable.
I will let my wife know so that she can alert whomever it was that shipped this specific large box, for it was not The iCon Group ─ it was an intermediary my wife has dealt with before. Maybe that woman is familiar with the claim process and understands what DHL may be trying to pull.
The only other topic of any note that I care to mention is that I have been having good luck in recent weeks where the absence of rain on my walks has been concerned. The morning was solidly overcast but perfectly dry, yet this afternoon a light rain has soaked everything out there.
I have nothing planned for tomorrow morning, so I am willing to sit up after 9:30 p.m. if need be, awaiting the arrival home of my brother. I rather feel like a few drinks and some T.V.
But if he is so plastered that he's practically wheezing and muttering to himself as he shucks his footwear and coat inside the front door, I will take note of his gait thereafter ─ if he is stumbling about, then I will not even try to watch anything with him.
Fingers crossed on that!
By the way, my wife did have to work a full day today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, so she rose around 9:45 a.m. to begin readying and was away on her fairly long drive in good time to make the restaurant's 11 a.m. opening.
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