Instead of getting to bed sensibly early last evening, I decided to tempt the Devil and is almost always the case, I lost. As I recall, it was at least 11:34 p.m. by the time I put myself to bed ─ with my cellphone alarm set for 2 a.m. to get me up for my 5½-or-so-mile walk here in north Surrey.
Well, despite sleep proving elusive, when my alarm sounded, I found that I did not feel any less rested than had I had that sense to get to bed earlier. Perhaps God was extending a little sympathetic mercy.
What I probably should have done earlier in the evening was drink some booze and watch a Christmas movie.
Anyway, as caprice would have it, even though I was to be on my way by 2:15 a.m., my dear, wayward wife chose to arrive home during that small window. And so I was unable to make my getaway without her cognizance.
When she queried why I was going out at that time of night, I honestly responded that it was because no one else was out there. At that, she cautioned that I be careful.
I did not expect that it was going to be as cold as it was. This was the coldest night this late into the year that I have yet experienced. My good fortune was that it was at least dry. When I stopped at a nearby elementary school playground to tackle six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, the equipment was not wet nor icy ─ the metal was just too cold for bare hands.
So I kept my gloves on.
As has now become my custom, I did as much plodding, sloppy jogging as the occasional approaching vehicle allowed before I again came to a walk during the mile-long stretch of 100th Avenue between 140th and 148th Streets (Google Map).
Due to how pathetic I have become at this sort of activity as a result of physical damage and general decay over the course of the past two decades, I feel too much shame to be witnessed trying to jog; so anytime a vehicle is approaching I switch from the sorry display I would present, and walk instead.
I really have nothing to report about last night's outing apart from saying that by the time I was back home and standing outside the locked front door at 4:09 a.m., my right gloved hand that had been holding my metal flashlight / stun gun all through the walk was most unpleasantly chilled.
The gloves belong to the family of Subcontractor™ GLC work gloves that I hope are displayed in the Amazon search at the top of this post. Mine are an old pair that have been laundered at least once, and the finger ends do not detach ─ although the side of the left hand's ring finger has been torn open at some point in the past. The gloves are not mine ─ someone else in my household owned them, but I appropriated them a couple or so years ago because the soft leather involved in part of their construction makes possible the sort of gripping something like a pull-up requires in wet weather conditions.
They also do afford some protection to the hands from the cold, and are supple enough to allow a lot of activities that might require the removal of other types of gloves.
To be honest, until finding these here at home, I had no idea there were such handy gloves.
Anyway, my wife had long since gone to bed, for she had to work another full day today at the Thai restaurant which opens daily at 11 a.m. As for me, I was likely back in my own bed ahead of 5 a.m. (we have separate bedrooms).
I continued to sleep abominably, however; and there was such discomfort during one stretch in bed that I contemplated rising. Had I lived alone and my entire day was of my own scheduling, I believe that I would have.
Incidentally, I checked my chequing account online, and found that $700 had been transferred into it. Prior to that infusion, it only had something over $180 in its balance. My presumption was that my eldest stepson had made a generous contribution towards the monthly mortgage that is usually debited from the account on the 22nd. However, before my wife left for work around 10:15 a.m., when I commented as much to her about the money, she corrected me ─ she had made the transfer, paying back half of the $1,400 that she helped herself to since I received my last monthly pension back around October 28.
She took much more than $1,400, but that was the outstanding balance after previous repayments she had made.
When my brother and I got together this morning for some T.V. ─ and I was actually up for the morning before he was, and so I had possession of the T.V. ─ I put our Android TV Box to work and we watched Odessa Orlewicz's interesting video from yesterday that was a little more than an hour long (1:07:04): The FTX PSYOP- Ukraine Scam, Money Laundering, Democrats Millions, And Pedo Symbols.
I have gathered all of the information from many articles, videos, news stations and podcasts to present the full picture (so far) of the FTX scandal. Was FTX also funding child traffcking for Pedos? Decide for yourself after watching this episode.
I never had faith in ethereal currency like Bitcoin ─ I never quite fathomed why it could be safe and legitimate. So when one of the video excerpts that Odessa played talked about there being a total extinction of this type of currency (cryptocurrency) underway, and that it may already be too late to cash out (reportedly, many of the currency platforms are already freezing any further withdrawals), I felt relieved that I never got sucked into this digital nonsense.
My brother and I only had time to watch one further video ─ Christopher James Pritchard's (A Warrior Calls) upload to Rumble today: Brenda Lucki RCMP Disgrace.
This time Christopher seemed to reveal more than he usually does ─ maybe he has more that is coming together in the background than someone like my brother or I know about.
We have been of the belief that ─ well-meaning though Christopher is ─ he is self-delusional, and none of his Common Law will ever see the light of day because he is never going to have the backing of the numbers of people he is truly going to need.
The general public is inadequate. He needs active law enforcement members, if not also the military.
Well, maybe he does have a growing population of people like these that he has been silent about.
All I will say is that things do appear as if they are going to get really interesting before too very long.
Following the video, my brother sought some bed rest before leaving for the day. I had a protein-rich first meal of the day before eventually seeking a needed nap, but I was still up when my brother slipped off for whatever mischief he had in store.
I should have gone to the liquor store last evening instead of disgracing myself yet again. But this evening, I would very much like to lose myself in a lovely romantic Christmas movie while enjoying some liquor, so it appears that I am going to have to broach a bottle of French brandy that I may have had since last Christmas.
I would be quite happy to just be drinking some regular 'rot gut' like dark rum or rye whisky instead of tapping into that precious bottle, but I have nothing else ─ unless I sacrifice a bottle of red wine that I could more easily replace. I do have several of those.
Yes ─ that just may be the ticket out of this conundrum. I can yet preserve that fancy brandy that I honestly do not remember being gifted with, let alone by whom.
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