I do not believe that it was too much after 9:30 p.m. last evening when I got to bed, my cellphone alarm set for 2 a.m. in order to alert me to rise and prepare for what was to be (by my poor reckoning) a walk of around 5¾ miles.
It had rained the day through from mid-morning, so I had little sense of what to expect.
Sleeping ever fitfully, a point arrived when I became curious about the time, for I was feeling excessively awake and knew that it would take some while before I could manage to return into any sleep.
It was 1:52 a.m. ─ eight more minutes till my alarm sounded.
Despite knowing that it was utter futility to lay abed any longer, it took some self-convincing for me to galvanize myself to rise. The primary convincer was the fact that by rising some minutes ahead of schedule, I could be more leisurely in the readying, for I do my best to try and be on my way by 2:15 a.m.
As it was to develop, I required all of those extra minutes, for I became delayed in trying to deal with my absent wife's electric toothbrush in the bathroom ─ it was making a loud buzzing sound and would not stop whether or not it was plugged into a wall socket.
I have never used such a device, so its operation is unfamiliar to me. Nevertheless, I did try pressing and holding what I assumed was the on / off button. This did stop it ... but only for a few seconds. The loud buzzing would then resume.
I finally gave up for want of the necessary time to be fooling with the infernal tool, and I placed it on a dresser in my wife's bedroom and pulled her door to in order to reduce the disturbing noise.
She and I have separate bedrooms.
And so I was away by approximately 2:15 a.m., and initially there was only a vague feel of the finest of occasional rain droplets as I began my walk. Nevertheless, everything was still dripping from recent rain.
By the time I got to a nearby elementary school playground where I currently engage six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, the rain had become of average intensity. It was tempting to halve those sets of pull-ups and push-ups, for it was unpleasant standing in the rain and doing nothing while performing a 30-count between sets as the rain ran down my face and gradually soaked into my denim jacket that I had on over a sweatshirt and tee-shirt.
Even so, I persevered with the full programme ─ which is still stuck at three repetitions in the first set of pull-ups, almost two pull-ups in the second set, and then two chin-ups in each of the next two sets, and finally two pull-ups in the final two sets on the gymnastics-style rings.
The benefit was that it did invigorate me somewhat.
Fortunately, the steady rain was apparently being produced by drifting heavier cloud in the thick cloud cover hiding the night sky. Consequently, I was to have long stretches where I would barely even notice the minuscule traces of rain falling.
I live in north Surrey, B.C. Most of my walk is within the Whalley boundary, but some of it includes a little of Guildford ─ possibly as much as two miles, IF the boundary between the two town centres truly is 144th Street.
Whatever the case, I put in four relatively short jogs ─ the most may have been for as much as a block ─ as I walked the stretch of 100th Avenue between 140th and 148th Streets. This Google Map shows where the Whalley / Guildford boundary would supposedly be along that stretch of 100th Avenue.
Towards the conclusion of my walk when I was maybe a mile from home, I stopped at a credit union ATM to withdraw $300 of my monthly pension that had been directly deposited yesterday.
I was back home outside the locked front door at 4:14 a.m., so I had been away very approximately a full two hours.
When I first left home, my eldest stepson was still up and probably watching a movie or something on a laptop or tablet at the dining table, but I do not think he was aware of my activity. And as yet, my wife had not come home following her full Thursday working at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time. However, her car was parked in the driveway at my return, and all of the house lights were off ─ everyone but me was abed.
I did not return to bed until 4:50 a.m., but as usual I managed very little lengthy sleep, and my morning was to begin no later than 8:15 a.m.
My wife was to have another full workday today (the restaurant opens at 11 a.m.), but she does not usually rise until around 9:45 a.m.
This morning, since my strong malt (8% alcohol) supply was quite low, I had decided that I would accompany my brother when he left to pick up his girlfriend Bev at 10 a.m. a little better than two miles from here and drive her to work ─ he would be able to stop at a government liquor store near where she lives and I could make a replenishment by purchasing another four dozen cans.
And so it was that we left home before my wife was yet up. The morning sky by then was becoming quite clear and sunny.
After my brother picked up Bev and dropped her off at her place of employment in downtown Whalley, he took me to the liquor store where I made my purchase. When I bore the fairly heavy 48 cans to my brother's van and climbed into the front seat with them on my lap, he said that my cellphone had rung (I had left it in the van).
I saw that it had been my wife. But before I was able to phone her back, she rang me again.
As I anticipated, she was desirous of me returning her ATM card which she had given to me a week ago for safe keeping, for she could not control her gambling and was at risk of robbing the money in my chequing account ─ money which was awaiting being debited by a bank for our monthly mortgage.
Normally the debit happens on the 22nd, but on that occasion due to that day being on a weekend, the debit never actually took place until the 24th ─ she could easily have broken down and stolen some or much of it by then, and she knew it.
And so this morning she was anxious to have it back, believing that I must have it on me. I did not ─ it was on my computer desk buried under some things. I explained this to her, and she located it ─ and was free to leave for work without waiting for my brother and I to arrive back home.
Awhile later, at 10:19 a.m., she texted me to report that she had "stolen" $800 of my pension. But at least I knew that she was going to work and not a casino. She likely needed the money for other sensible purposes. Despite that rationalization, though, this evening I am going to make a $500 credit card payment for which she is largely to blame, or else I may discover that my wife ran amok after work and depleted the account.
Okay, that said, I want to mention some of the T.V. my brother and I were to watch this morning via our Android TV Box.
First we watched a 20-minute (22:07) September 5 upload to Rumble by Dr. Trozzi: Germ & Terrain Reality. Is SARS C0V2 real?
Do viruses exist? Is SARS COV2 real? What causes "infectious" diseases: germs or terrain? These are important questions, that must be resolved.
The enemies of mankind, the global predators, the perpetrators of covid; would love to see us divided and confused.
Over the last month I have dedicated much of my time to suspending what I thought I knew, and having a fresh open-minded detailed study of these matters. I have consulted with other doctors and scientists. We have met in teams. I have attended lectures, debates, and working groups.
At last, I have confident thoughts on these subjects, that I wish to share with you. Here are my succinct conclusions.
Yesterday I stated that I was aligned with Dr. Mark Trozzi, but I had not watched the full video.
I still do agree with him overall, but I do not ascribe to his conclusions regarding the virus in question. He never actually came out and admitted that it is absolutely true that the SARS-CoV-2 virus had never been fully isolated. I think that a couple of times he had screenshots of what could only be computerized images or artists' renditions, but all he attested to was that virologists were elaborating upon the visualized or imagined form of the virus by amalgamating the various possible genetic or similar sequences ─ i.e., fragments ─ of SARS-CoV-2.
He expressed that he did not doubt that the virus exists ... but that was never what was asked of him. The major question was, "Has there yet been a full isolated image of the virus?" I do not recall that he succinctly answered that.
If the answer is that there has not yet been this solid visual proof, then directly state as much.
For myself, even knowing that there has never been full visual proof of the virus's existence, I am still willing to accept that there might ─ or even must ─ be something out there that is making people sick these past two years.
Anyway, my brother and I did watch one further of his videos ─ a five-minute (5:11) October 26 upload to Rumble: CPSO "Vaccine" Exemptions and Trypanophobia.
You're not afraid of Dying. You're afraid of needles.
Please allow me five minutes to show you advice that Ontario physicians are receiving from the College of Physicians and Surgeons of Ontario, to deal with people who are seeking a medical exemption from the experimental genetic covid injections.
Links:
The CPSO website page featured in the video: https://www.cpso.on.ca/en/Physicians/Your-Practice/Physician-Advisory-Services/COVID-19-FAQs-for-Physicians (Please consider taking screen shots that may be useful in future lawsuits)
Burying the Evidence. "Vaccinated" Canadians Suffer Most From Covid: https://drtrozzi.org/2022/07/30/burying-the-evidence/
BC CDC data made it too obvious that “vaccines” don´t work. Burying Evidence in British Columbia: https://drtrozzi.org/2022/08/08/bc-cdc-data-made-it-too-obvious-that-vaccines-dont-work/
Leading Cause of Death in Alberta is “Unknown”: https://drtrozzi.org/2022/08/01/leading-cause-of-death-in-alberta-is-unknown/
Colleges of Physicians & Surgeons Rampant Criminality: https://drtrozzi.org/2022/09/27/colleges-of-physicians-surgeons-rampant-criminality/
From January 2022 U.K. Health Agency first “COVID-19 vaccine surveillance report” of 2022, week 2: it gets worse for the "vaccine"; these injections increase infection rates by Dr Paul Alexander PhD and Dr Mark Trozzi MD: https://drtrozzi.org/2022/01/21/devastating-2nd-week-report-of-negative-efficacy/
Understanding the Poison. Covid “Vaccines”; How Dangerous are They? From June 2021: https://drtrozzi.org/2021/06/04/covid-vaccines-how-dangerous-are-they/
"Safe and Effective", NOT. From October 2021 Dr Rob Verkerk PhD and Dr Mark Trozzi MD: https://drtrozzi.org/2021/10/19/safe-and-effective-not/
Next we watched a 20-minute (20:08) upload to BitChute yesterday of The Corbett Report: Russia and NATO Play Nuclear War Games - #NewWorldNextWeek.
SHOW NOTES AND MP3: https://www.corbettreport.com/nwnw20221027/
This week on the New World Next Week: Russia and Nato hold simultaneous nuclear exercises as tensions reach levels not seen since the Cold War; the US military deepens its ties with Elon Musk and Starlink; and the New York Supreme Court orders New York City to reinstate all unvaccinated workers and give them backpay.
The final video we tuned in was over 1½ hours (1:39:44) long, and uploaded to Rumble yesterday by The Last American Vagabond: Biden Admits Vast Majority Of COVID Deaths Vaccinated & Your Secret COVID "Decree Violation" Score.
Welcome to The Daily Wrap Up, a concise show dedicated to bringing you the most relevant independent news, as we see it, from the last 24 hours.
All Video Source Links Can Be Found Here At The Last American Vagabond: https://www.thelastamericanvagabond.com/biden-admits-vast-majority-covid-deaths-vaccinated-your-secret-covid-decree-violation-score
We were not to see the final five minutes or so of the programme ─ our electrical power in the house shut off at around 12:20 p.m.
My brother then sought some bed rest, and I soon enough sought a nap after I finished the meal I was eating at the time of the power mishap.
Maybe two hours after the power went off, I considered getting up from my nap, but then I remembered that there was no power ─ and nothing for me to do. I could not work on the post I have on the go at one of my two hosted websites, nor could I work on a post here. I couldn't even play a game of FreeCell.
Thus, I made an effort to find more sleep. However, I felt excessively awake, so I took one further peek at my computer screen ─ and noticed that the monitor light had just turned blue.
Sure enough, the power was just then resuming!
My brother was gone for the day by this time, but that is usual for him.
Okay, I am still feeling obligated to make a return phone call to my late friend William's longtime ladyfriend Sandy, so I am going to close this post and try to make a much quicker one at my private blog. I think I just may manage to squeeze in that call.
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