Upon hearing my younger brother enter the house last evening well past 9:30 p.m., I shut my bedroom door and turned off the light, and was soon enough to bed with my cellphone alarm set for 2 a.m.
As usual, finding sleep was not an easy matter. Yet I never heard aught of my wife when she arrived home following her long workday at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time. We have separate but adjacent bedrooms.
When my alarm sounded, it roused me from a slumber, but I was still game to ready and sally forth on a walk of some description ─ it was going to depend on how my possible high ankle sprain affected me in walking.
I espied something on the carpet well inside the base of my bedroom door ─ it proved to be a packet containing what I suppose was the $1,000 that my wife had texted earlier that day that she would replace in the chequing account, for over the past three weeks she has pilfered $2,650 of my sparse income without reimbursement. Most of that undoubtedly went towards her gambling habit.
My eldest stepson was still up, but I believe that I embarked on my walk without him being aware. It may have been as late as 2:17 a.m. at that point.
I was to find that although I can walk fairly easily, I cannot ignore a forced limp nor the burning in the region above my ankle that movement incurs. I cannot but walk slowly ─ too slow to care to essay my usual 5¾-mile walk.
So instead, I limited myself to what might have been a little better than 1¾ miles. I also stopped at an elementary school playground to attempt a few sets of pull-ups and chin-ups.
I now do not recall the precise time that I was back home and standing outside the locked front door, but it was not too much over an hour after my departure.
My eldest stepson had retired by this time. My own return to bed is now also untimed, but I do recall that it was well past 4 a.m.
Morning officially began some time ahead of 8:30 a.m. My brother was already downstairs, but he had as yet not turned on the T.V., so I remained here for a bit at my computer which I keep in my bedroom. When he soon enough had the T.V. running, that was my cue to also go downstairs to boil water for an instant coffee and to join him.
Once he invited me to put our Android TV Box into play, I led us off with Odessa Orlewicz's latest video of yesterday. It was a very good interview, and well over an hour in length (1:10:52): Interview 2 Dr.Mak!s -The # is now 80 Dead Canadian Doctors Who Died Suddenly or Unexpectedley.
* LINK TO DR.MAK!S'S LETTER TO SEND TO YOUR MP'S/DOCTORS/SENATE etc- https://www.dropbox.com/s/b70u62ak877l1vd/2022-10-15-CMA-Letter-FINAL.pdf?dl=0
Do not send above letter as an attachment to MP's. They do NOT open attachments. Screenshot or put it in the actual body of the email. Copy and paste if you have to.
The first episode wherein I interviewed Dr.Mak!s , the number was closer to 30. Once Canadians saw that episode they started contacting Dr.Makis that THEIR doctor had also died suddenly. A team of 3 investigated each new death to make sure it truly was unexpected and sudden. Dr.Mak!s has written to the CMA and publicly posted the letter. I will ask Dr.Makis if they have responded. Dr.Makis has news about more than just the deaths.
This is certainly a worthy project. If I lived alone and had nothing but my own time, I would wholly immerse myself into it. And to start, I would set up an anonymous E-mail account ─ I do not need the corrupt federal government freezing my pension income.
The second video we watched had a somewhat similar undertaking that it was seeking enlistments for. The video by Christopher James (A Warrior Calls) was nearly as long (1:08:05) as the first, but as usual a number of minutes could be pared from it by bypassing the lengthy opening and closing sequences: Corrupt People Stealing Children.
One must refer to Christopher's website (A Warrior Calls) and then scroll down that landing page for details on the actions being solicited.
Following Christopher's video, we started into a third ─ which was a 2013 documentary. But it is over 4½ hours in duration and thus impossible for us to sit through in its entirety at one time: September 11: The New Pearl Harbor.
Note that the link just given is only to the IMDb write-up. For sources of the actual video, try this BitChute search ─ or make your own if the link proves unviable. The link we are using is listed as having a video length of 4:53.59.
And that specific video is sourced from Archive.org here.
I think that we knocked off at approximately the 53-minute mark. My brother then sought some bed rest; and a while later, I sought my afternoon nap. I was back up well before 2 p.m., and he had not yet left for the day for his socializing
There is still considerable distant wildfire smoke in the local atmosphere, but the day was sunnier than yesterday, so I donned cutoffs and sat out in the backyard for nearly 80 minutes, if I am remembering correctly. I was barefooted, but I had on a sweater with a tee-shirt beneath.
By the way, yesterday prior to eating anything, I may have had a 184-pound nude weigh-in. That's fairly encouraging.
My wife had to work another full day today, although she may have been a bit late in getting to the restaurant by its 11 a.m. opening. Since I intend to be sitting up late watching T.V. with my brother once he is back home, I will likely still be up if she comes promptly home following work, and does not get involved in wasteful partying that could well lead her to greater foolishness.
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