This post is going to be brief, for it is already approaching 7:30 p.m.
Last evening my younger brother managed to arrive home before the 9:30 p.m. deadline that I had in place for him ─ I intended to get up overnight at 2:30 a.m. for one of my nocturnal five-mile walks, so I had no intention of sitting up late into the evening watching T.V. with my brother.
Since he did get home before 9:30 p.m., I figured that I could handle an episode each of two of the series we follow in common. So I led things off with Killing Eve. As it happened, this was to be the second-to-last episode ("Making Dead Things Look Nice") in the entire series, so it was rather key.
I opened up a can of the strong (8% alcohol) malt that I try to keep in stock for myself, and I settled in to enjoy the episode.
After maybe five minutes I glanced over at my uncharacteristically silent brother and saw that he had passed out.
He loves the series, but it is apparent that he loves getting drunk much more. I used to cancel out of shows when he would pass out, and then re-watch them another time with him. But no more. He has made his choice.
He remained passed out all the way through the entire episode, at times snoring.
When the episode finished, I decided that there was no point in me sitting up any later, so I turned the T.V. off and went on upstairs to my bedroom and shut the door.
I spent awhile here at my computer, and did hear the T.V. come back on, so he finally did rouse ─ the silence seems to be disturbing for him when he passes out in front of the T.V.
I am unsure, but before I settled into bed, my wife may even have come home following her long day working at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time. We have separate but adjacent bedrooms.
Anyway, I eventually got some sleep, and was mostly awake when the 2:30 a.m. alarm sounded. When I rose and dressed, I wasted about 10 minutes fussing around trying to figure out how best to wear a knife for the very first time on one of these night walks. Thus, it was 2:53 a.m. once I checked the time out on the street as I set off.
There isn't a whole lot worth mentioning about the walk ─ I haven't the time. I will only say that I was back home and outside the locked front door at 4:49 a.m., if I am remembering correctly. By this time, my eldest stepson was up for work and his 12-hour shift. But I got into the house and was upstairs and back into my bedroom without him laying eyes upon me.
I got back to bed maybe around 5:18 a.m., and remained there for possibly 3½ hours. My brother was already downstairs with the T.V. on.
He was going to be picking up his girlfriend Bev at 10 a.m. to drive her to work ─ she lives maybe a bit over two miles from us. I intended to go along with him so that he could stop at the government liquor store near her ─ I wanted to add another four dozen cans of the malt to my supply.
As it was to happen, just as we were heading for the door to go, I noticed my wife had gotten up and was just entering the upstairs bathroom, so I waved to her. She was already gone for work by the time we were back from the errand.
I watched a couple of shows with my brother this morning, and started them off with the upload yesterday to Rumble by Christopher James (A Warrior Calls): Understanding The Deceit, The Solution Is Simple.
BREAKING NEWS
Pam Deol has been missing since July 25th. We need to find her! -- Timestamp: 58:52 for Christopher's message
Despite that excerpted bit from the video description, the video barely dealt with whomever Pam is. Rather, Christopher focused on the huge undertaking that he has planned for September 11 with his confederate Marcus Ray ─ an undertaking that Christopher insists is being misidentified and mislabeled.
Some people are claiming that the two men are seeking to incite an insurrection.
I do not have that feeling about Christopher, so things are becoming more and more interesting as September draws near.
Incidentally, the video was a little over an hour long (1:04:19).
The next ─ and last ─ video we were to watch was nearly 1½ hours in duration (1:23:38) ─ a June 29 upload to BitChute: Effects of the COVID Jab - Interview with Dr. Ryan Cole and Dr. Mercola.
Dr. Ryan Cole, an anatomic clinical pathologist with a subspecialty in skin pathology and postgraduate Ph.D. training in immunology, has been on the frontlines exposing the fraudulent COVID narrative.
In the wake of the COVID jab rollout and additional boosters, a number of health conditions are on the rise, including cancer, most notably cancers of the uterus, endometrial cancers, and very aggressive blood and brain cancers
Cancer has been on the rise for decades, thanks to dietary factors, but the COVID jabs appear to dramatically accelerate the disease process. Many doctors report cancer patients with stable disease, and those who have been in remission for years, will suddenly and rapidly develop Stage 4 disease
A military whistleblower has come forward with data from the Defense Medical Epidemiology Database (DMED) database showing dramatic increases in medical visits for cancers and other conditions, post-jab
For neurological side effects of the shot, four remedies that can be very helpful are fluvoxamine (an antidepressant that blocks cytokine production in neural tissues), pharmaceutical grade methylene blue (improves mitochondrial respiration and repair), near-infrared light (triggers production of melatonin in your mitochondria) and hyperbaric oxygen therapy (boosts mitochondrial function, decreases inflammation and much more)
The COVID jabs also downregulate toll-like receptors 7 and 8, which allows latent viruses such as herpes EBV4 — Epstein-Barr, aka, mononucleosis — to flourish that would otherwise have been kept in check
My brother expressed how much he appreciated what Dr. Cole had to say, identifying that the man was clearly profoundly informed.
I don't believe that my brother bothered getting any bed rest following the video before he left for the day. I had my day's first meal, and then sought a needed nap.
The day was wonderfully sunny, so thereafter I got in some backyard sunning ─ probably a minimum of 40 minutes for both my back and my front.
My youngest stepson had been home, but I discovered early into the evening that he had apparently gone ... or else was back in bed. At any rate, I finally got around to filming a short (1½ minutes maybe) video of myself in the gym-style shorts that I had sunned in.
I wanted to append that video segment to a similarly short one that I took of myself last November, the month after I got released from being hospitalized with "COVID pneumonia".
This is that video. It is just a few seconds over three minutes in length, and shows the stark difference in my physique between last November and now.
Well, damn! Blogger refuses the video, claiming that its file size is excessive.
That is more than a little annoying. In bloody fact, I am so damned bummed that I am not going to say anything further in this post.
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