Last evening finally saw me venture forth afoot to do some local grocery shopping at the No Frills outlet approximately four blocks from here. I did not leave home until shortly after 8 p.m., almost being caught unawares that the store closes at 9 p.m.
Most people do shovel the public sidewalks immediately in front of their homes, so maybe half of the distance was clear. The remainder was quite well used by previous pedestrians who had largely compressed a pathway that was rather sloppy due to relatively mild temperatures.
I got the shopping done, and expected that I would return home to find that my younger brother had shown up from his daily socializing, but he was not yet home.
It was acceptable to me that I would watch some T.V. with him once he was home, so initially that was my intention. However, as the evening wore on, I wearied of the effort to bide time until he showed up. Then after 10 p.m. elapsed and a further 10 minutes had passed and there was still no sign of him, I washed my hands of him ─ I turned off the Android TV Box and the T.V. and came upstairs to my computer here in my bedroom for some while more.
I do not believe that it was very much before 10:30 p.m. that I got into bed, opting to abandon wasting any more of my evening when I could be potentially sleeping and getting an early start on the morrow.
Sleep was not swift in arriving, but I am now unsure if I heard my brother come into the house or not.
This was to be a night of a succession of periods of sleep and wakefulness. There was one point when the latter was so pronounced that I wondered if it might not be near dawn, but I refrained from checking the time and managed to snatch yet one further bout of sleep.
Once I was conscious following that relatively short period of sleep, I did peek at the time ─ to my near incredulity, it was only around 4:30 a.m.
Bugger it ─ I opted to rise and spend some time here at my computer. Perhaps an hour passed, and then I sought some further sleep.
My morning commenced well ahead of 8 a.m. At that point, even though I was still managing to gradually submerge into stretches of sleep, I think that my wakeful periods were longer. I felt myself to be wasting my time.
My brother was not to rise and shower and then emerge from his bedroom until almost 9 a.m.
Both of us were greeted with the renewed falling of more snow. When we got together for some T.V. via our Android TV Box, I pointed out that betimes there would fall such a large cluster of snowflakes that it was as if we were witnessing the occasional clump of snow falling from some tree branch.
Very unusual.
He was to have to leave to pick up his girlfriend Bev at 10 a.m. to drive her to work, so I was afforded my opportunity for some reluctant exercising out in the backyard tool shed. I was to discover that there were at least eight inches of snow on the ground.
Just prior to going outside, I had weighed myself while fully dressed and in the runners I would be wearing, and with some dismay I saw that I was at least 198 pounds. That was going to be a heavy load for this 73-year-old to be handling while doing six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups.
I only barely managed to achieve my current ceiling of repetitions: 4 - 3 - 3 - 2 - 2 - 2. The set of 17 push-ups afterwards were nearly deadly difficult, for I perform them with an entirety of motion range ─ that is, from a stiff-armed pose, I lower myself until I am just barely brushing my thighs, torso, and chin to the floor before pushing all the way back up.
Before I have even finished 10, I am pausing in the stiff-armed pose before attempting the next full repetition.
I sure do hope that one day, one of these gruelling sessions does not result in some sort of deadly systems failure (i.e., a burst aneurysm, stroke, or heart attack).
Forty years ago I weighed 180 pounds disrobed; today, I must be well into the low 190s.
It was sure a lot easier back then to exercise!
My brother and I did watch some T.V. this morning, of course. I led us off with Odessa Orlewicz's hour-long livestream of yesterday: Interview- 96 Dead Children & Counting Post Vax When That Normal Yearly Flu Average Was 9.
One of the most highly vaccinated children's population is having a dying spree of children SINCE the roll out of the covid vaccine. Majority being sudden death, and then secondly their immune systems failing during this years flu.
D!ed Suddenly. Horrible Breaking News That Dr. Mak!s just dropped. The number WAS 23 tragic deaths two months ago. Now it is 96. The average per YEAR for children's flu deaths is 9 with the highest ever having been 13. 77 Of these kids for the past 3 months alone Died suddenly.
19 was flu, strep etc. What is happening to these kids hearts and their Immune systems? These were healthy kids. Many dropped while playing their sports and many died in their sleep. Double the flu deaths since the rollout of the Vax per flu season in kids. Why is the Provincial Governments in Corrrupted Canada now NOT showing the public the stats for 2021 and 2022 for children? What are they trying to hide from the parents?
She interviewed Dr. William Makis, if it is not obvious. The interview can also be found here on Rumble.
We next watched two videos uploaded yesterday to Rumble's A Warrior Calls channel beginning with one ─ over 40 minutes long ─ that had been recorded on February 24, if I am recollecting correctly: Urgent Warning Mankind - Evidence Our Blood Is Now Compromised.
Guest: Kelly Bacher, Live Blood Analyst
The second video was a couple of minutes longer, and had been livestreamed yesterday: Mankind Must Mobilize, Death Is At Our Door.
As usual, I am not going to attempt to describe the video's content ─ Christopher James covers a lot.
After this, we watched a couple YouTube videos, and then my brother sought some bed rest before tackling some driveway snow shovelling.
I took the following two candid shots of him at 1:32 p.m.:
He only shovelled the half of the driveway in front of his van. My two stepsons ─ 25 and 28 years old ─ were left to deal with the other half of the driveway. By this time the snow that had fallen on cleared pavement was thinning out fast from melt, for the falling snow had become primarily rain at times as the morning wore on; and temperature are a couple or so degrees above freezing.
We even had considerable afternoon sunshine.
However, reportedly for the next week, we can expect nighttime temperatures to hover around or below the freezing mark. Nevertheless, any daytime precipitation scheduled through to and including Saturday is only supposed to be in the form of rain.
Once my brother dealt with the driveway, he drove off for the day to again socialize.
My plan is to potentially do some further grocery shopping this evening, this time at a store nearly a mile from here. I have yet to work out just when I will make that hike, for the store does not close until 10 p.m.
Who knows? Maybe I will yet dissuade myself entirely.
No later than Friday I am going to have to include myself on one of those morning trips my brother makes to pick up his girlfriend to drive her to work, just so that I can visit the government liquor store two miles from here ─ my supply of strong (8% alcohol) malt has dwindled to a mere half dozen cans. And I will be drinking two of those this evening, unless my brother is again ridiculously late in getting home.
