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Possibly it was at least 9:38 p.m. last evening before I resorted to my bed so as to log in sufficient sleep to make rising at 2 a.m. for my planned five-mile walk a tenable enough proposition.
Once I managed to fall asleep, I was into what seemed to me to be my first wakeful period and had just assumed a more comfortable position in search of another bout of sleep, when I heard my cellphone sounding.
At first I believed that it must be from a call ─ it seemed inconceivable that I had slept so solidly for such a length of time that it was actually my alarm that I was hearing.
I turned myself over and threw myself up to reach for the phone, and sure enough ─ it was 2 a.m. Rarely do I sleep so well.
And so I began dressing for the frigid foray ─ AccuWeather online claimed it to be -3º decimal-something-or-other Celsius.
I saw that my eldest stepson was still not to bed and probably watching a video on a laptop or tablet at the dining table downstairs, but he had at least repaired to the lads' den area by the time I was set to leave, so I probably got away unnoticed. As I checked the time once I was street-side and started on my walk, I saw that it was 2:18 a.m.
Despite the cold, I stopped at a fairly nearby elementary school playground to engage six sets of pull-ups and push-ups, thinking that I was going to have to wear my gloves. It was a welcome surprise that even though the bars were darned cold, they were dry, and I was able to exercise bare-handed, managing the now-usual three repetitions in the first set and two repetitions in each of the remaining five sets.
I had neglected to weigh myself fully attired before leaving so that I would know how much poundage I would be working with, but I remembered to do so once I was back home ─ I was topping 201 pounds in my footwear and heavy bomber-style jacket.
I put in my walk without aught of interest worth noting here, apart from the cold ─ a half dozen or more times I felt it needful to close my hands over my exposed ears to allow them a chance to regain some warmth. I had neglected to scrounge up some headwear.
Note that on my early walk of last Saturday, I am sure that I saw a coyote. It had just come out of the mouth of Quibble Creek Greenway and crossed over Fraser Highway (Google Map) to disappear into the scrub that stretches from there to 96th Avenue and beyond.
Nothing of the sort was evidenced on last night's walk.
I was back home and standing outside the locked front door at 4:13 a.m., so a little bit of feeble but effort-laden, plodding jogging had eaten up some time.
A check of the temperature online again revealed that it was now -5.6º Celsius. It had dropped around 2º during the outing.
Covering that final mile home was agonizing for my probably-broken small left toe. I had inadvertently used it to kick the unnoticed base of some item of furniture in the darkened living room on the evening of two Wednesdays back. It must be broken ─ no mere stubbing would still be hurting like this over nine days later ─ it was intensely burning by the time I got home.
The top of my left foot and its two smallest toes are always noticeably swollen ─ I am barefooted in the house, so I am witness to this fact constantly.
Anyway, my eldest stepson of course had long since gone to bed, and I made my own return to bed ahead of 5 a.m., I believe. My morning was to commence around 8:30 a.m. ─ I was actually up ahead of my brother.
When he and I were to watch some T.V. just after mid-morning, I used our Android TV Box to lead us off with yesterday's livestream to the A Warrior Calls channel ─ the video exceeded 1½ hours: Worldwide We Fight With Truth No Longer Hidden.
As usual, he covered far too much for me to try and describe.
Then ─ also on Rumble ─ I tuned in yesterday's 56-minute upload to the Children's Health Defense Canada channel: Discussing the W.H.O.'s Power Grab & Why Everyone Should Be Concerned and Ready to Take Action.
Amanda Forbes sits down with author and researcher James Roguski to discuss the W.H.O. 's amendments to the International Health Regulations and discuss what the proposals mean to Human Rights as a whole, what comes next withe the ONE HEALTH proposals, what we can expect, and what we can do to put a stop to the undemocratic position every Country seems to be finding itself in right now.
Quite early into the video, guest James Roguski's audio would corrupt and he would talk on for many long seconds unintelligibly while cute hostess Amanda seemed oblivious ─ this was a frequent enough occurrence that I almost gave up on the show. What use is an authoritative guest when the audience is unable to hear what he is speaking?
Fortunately matters did improve; but I wish that Amanda at least acknowledged that the issue was in play and say as much to James, rather than seem to have no trouble hearing and understanding him. It was annoying.
My brother had gone out to pick up his girlfriend Bev at 10 a.m. to drive her to work ─ she lives about two miles from here. Consequently, we were only to watch the two videos. He was set to seek some bed rest by 12:10 p.m. before leaving for the day to socialize.
I sought my early afternoon nap just after he left.
I have three videos that my wife posted today to her Facebook account ─ she is presently in Rome, Italy, visiting a sister of hers who lives there. It was early in the evening of January 23 that her flight left YVR, so she has been there for just over a month.
The videos are primarily in Thai.
The first is a half minute long, and was posted at 2:47 p.m. Pacific Time Zone, or 11:47 local Rome time. My wife is with a woman I do not know, and they are part of a small group who had been out to dine.
My wife titled or described the video:
🥂🎉🇮🇹 ปีหน้าลงแข่ง Tiffany ka 🥂🇮🇹🎉
Facebook translates that as:
🥂🎉🇮🇹 Next year Tiffany ka competition 🥂🇮🇹🎉
Tiffany's Show Pattaya Co holds various annual ladyboy competitions, and even reviews of 'showgirls' on a daily basis (see the official website), so my wife is satirizing being one such beauty queen winner. :
The second video is almost five minutes, and is described:
🥂ก๊อก 2 นั่งรอเข้า ดื่มๆรอ
Facebook translates that as:
🥂Kock 2 Sit and wait to get in. Drink and wait.
I honestly do not know if this restaurant is the same place, but there is apparently a restaurant in Rome called Kook. Anyway, this clip was actually livestreamed today at 2:35 p.m. Pacific Time Zone, or 11:35 p.m. local Rome time:
The third and final video is very long ─ just over 23½ minutes. It was also livestreamed (at 1:04 p.m. Pacific Time Zone, or 10:04 p.m. local Rome time), and described as:
📣วันนี้มากิน hot pot ka❤️🥰🎉🥂🇮🇹
Which Facebook translates as:
📣Come to eat hot pot today❤️🥰🎉🥂🇮🇹
I sure as heck hope these videos do not become unavailable at some point ─ that will make a mess of this post. I am downloading them and will likely upload them one day to YouTube or some similar platform, if only I can figure out how to categorize them.
Okay, I am going to bring this post to a close. I want first to mention that I doubt that the day outside managed to climb out of the freezing mark, for it was quite sunny and cold after a clear night sky.
This evening I plan to watch an episode of one of the T.V. shows that my brother and I follow in common once he is home, and then I will tune in the movie I wrote of yesterday, and make a little report on it in tomorrow's post.
Had I been prepared this morning I could have gone with my brother when he went to pick up his girlfriend Bev and thus been able to restock my strong (8% alcohol) malt supply, but I had not checked my banking balance and seen that my monthly pension had been deposited.
Oh well, I have sufficient cans of malt for several more days, so I can always go with him on Monday morning.
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