Trust neither the tyrannical government nor the lying health authorities.
What do good intentions matter in the face of addictive behaviour? Naught.
Although I feigned being abed last evening when my younger brother arrived home ─ probably near 9:30 p.m. ─ I was otherwise engaged. I turned off my bedroom light, and continued.
When I eventually saw that it was past 11:30 p.m., I was dismayed. But I persevered until finally released, and able to truly get to bed.
I might as well have watched T.V. with my brother, for he probably called it a night soon after I did.
My cellphone alarm was set for 4 a.m. to allow me plenty of time to ease into the considered long grocery shopping hike that I am wont to claim is a 5.625-mile round trip (I do not drive).
That time of course arrived, and it was plain that the evening rainstorm had not abated.
I am adept at more than moral weakness and self-shame ─ I am also proficient at time-wasting. Now granted, the constant steady rain also had weight in my prevarication. Nevertheless, as I slowly readied for my departure which I hoped would be at very least 10 minutes ahead of 6 a.m., a look at the actual time was almost like a kick to the derriere, for it had already passed that hour by a few minutes and I was still dithering.
I abhor being abroad as the day becomes busier ─ even on a Sunday. And the destination store fast becomes crowded even though it opens at 7 a.m.
And so I was beset with despair. I had no desire to be flogging myself to make the distance in as short order as was possible ─ the whole point of leaving comfortably ahead of 6 a.m. was to have a leisurely walk. That was now impossible.
Surrender then came over me. In fact, soon I decided that I would just shop at the market (Save-On-Foods) not quite a mile from here. And with the rain as steady as it was, I scrapped adding any extra distance to the walk to equate it nearer to that of the longer one that had now been abandoned.
There was no need to leave excessively early, although I probably did get away as early as 6:20 p.m. ─ I was outside the locked front door just as my eldest stepson returned home from his 12-hour night shift.
We exchanged some very quick pleasantries and I set off.
Naturally, early into my walk I stopped at a nearby elementary school playground to engage six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, still unable to manage more than three repetitions of pull-ups in the first set. However, fully clothed in hiking boots and an ever more wet denim jacket overtop a heavy hooded sweatshirt with a tee-shirt beneath that, I likely weighed 10 pounds over my naked weight, if not more.
Even with that stop, I was still going to arrive at the store ahead of 7 a.m., so I basically walked around the block of its location and then was on time to do my shopping.
I did not expect to be blowing nearly $105.
Of course I thereafter came directly home with my two loads of purchases ─ I never checked, but perhaps it was by then 8 a.m. And not too much after 8:30 a.m., I returned to bed.
I semi-hibernated until finally checking the time a little after 10 a.m., then rising. I was to find that my brother was downstairs watching T.V., so I soon enough joined him.
Once he invited me to put our Android TV Box to work, I tuned in an upload to Rumble by America's Untold Stories, and which will be a year old tomorrow and is barely over an hour long (1:01:02): EXCLUSIVE Report from Sirhan Sirhan Parole Hearing.
The video is actually the second in a three-part series, the first part (that my brother and I watched a couple or so weeks back) being titled Sirhan Sirhan and the assassination of RFK Part One.
Guest host Mark Groubert is both knowledgeable and entertaining ─ my brother and I both enjoy the guy.
I am not going to talk about the series ─ it ought to be apparent enough. Watch it for yourself, or just gullibly believe what the U.S. government wants you to believe.
On an identical theme, the next and last video I tuned in was only about half-watched by us, for it took us deep into the noon hour and my brother wanted some bed rest before taking off to watch football at (I expect) a pub.
We will likely finish watching it tomorrow ─ it's two hours and 19 minutes in duration and presently available on BitChute: 9/11 Loose Change - FULL LENGTH MOVIE.
You can read about the various versions of this documentary in a Wikipedia article titled Loose Change, but none of those running times comes anywhere near to the apparent length of the video I have linked to ─ the longest of them still falls short by 40 minutes, so I cannot explain why that might be.
Anyway, my brother had his rest and then left before I had yet sought my own early afternoon nap, which I did require. And still the rain fell.
My afternoon is newly quite done, but I wish to have a bath and I still must make a post in my private blog ─ maybe I will yet manage to place a returned phone call to my old late friend William A.G.'s longtime ladyfriend Sandy thereafter, but I rather question that possibility.
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