Although I am unsure of this, I may have managed to not get to bed last evening until a little after 10 p.m., my cellphone alarm set for 4 a.m. to get me up in plenty of time to leave here before 6 a.m. on the 5.625-mile round trip hike to the slightly nearest Real Canadian Superstore.
I fared reasonably well with sleeping, but around 3:20 a.m. I was awake and curious enough to be checking the time. Even though I was not to sleep thereafter, I did remain abed until my alarm sounded, seeking to deeply relax until then.
It was raining; sometimes it sounded like fairly heavy rain.
I had not had a thing to consume since Friday evening, so I put water on to boil in the kitchen downstairs, and fixed up a mug of instant coffee (with a little cocoa powder), sweetened with some demerara brown sugar and honey, and creamed with liquid whipping cream.
That was beautifully sustaining.
For once I even got away ahead of 6 a.m. ─ it may not even have been 5:50 a.m. The thought was that I might engage some pull-ups and chin-ups early into my walk at an elementary school playground, but the heavy fine rain dissuaded me. I did not want to have to use my light gloves to get a grip on the wet metal bars, for they would become drenched straight off.
There were times when the heavy spraying rain would nearly cease. At least I was not to become as drenched as was the case Thursday evening when my crotch was already soaked halfway into my five-mile walk ─ that was uncomfortable indeed.
I want to note that even when I left home, it was no longer technically dark. And had the sky not been overcast with thick cloud, it would have been even more daylit.
I am not a fan. I prefer the anonymity of the dark. But at least I got everything accomplished without ever even seeing a dog-walker ─ just numerous other regular pedestrians. And I actually arrived at the store before it had yet opened its doors to the public at 7 a.m.
I think that it may have been a bit after 8:15 a.m. once I was back home. I put away my purchases, and then came upstairs here to my bedroom to dress down.
In a short while, I could hear my brother readying for the morning, so I shut my bedroom door and returned to bed to rest up, for he would be busy for a time with the Sunday morning edition of The Province that I subscribe to.
I did not manage a nap, but I achieved such a state of torpor that it was almost cruel when I reckoned myself to have spent enough time abed ─ I wanted to be set to watch some T.V. with my brother once he had it turned on, and I was then able to put our Android TV Box to work.
When that did occur, I led us off with an hour-long November 20, 2021, addition to Rumble's America's Untold Stories channel: Alec Baldwin and the Rust Tragedy - Part 6 - Lawsuits.
Mark Groubert and Eric Hunley continue the exploration of The Rust movie set tragedy where Alec Baldwin shot and killed Halyna Hutchins.
Gloria Allred has entered the scene and the second lawsuit has come in.
I almost did not tune it in, for I was so weary that I had hardly any interest in watching anything ─ let alone something like this. Most fortunately, another of those special coffees was all I needed to spark me right back up.
Next we were to watch a 31-minute September 8, 2022, addition to Rumble's The Why Files channel: The Montauk Project: The Truth is Darker Than You Can Possibly Imagine.
The Montauk Project: The Truth is Darker Than You Think
In 1943, the USS Eldridge was made invisible and teleported from Philadelphia to Virginia. This event was known as the Philadelphia Experiment.
When the Eldridge reappeared, some crew materialized in walls and bulkheads. They died in agony.
But two sailors didn't reappear at all. The two men, who happened to be brothers, were presumed dead or lost.
They weren't dead.
They traveled 40 years into the future; in a secret military base on the East end of Long Island.
They became unwitting participants of The Montauk Project.
I was really annoyed at the conclusion of the video because the host gave no illumination as to the fate of Preston Nichols ─ who was being portrayed as potentially taking sexual advantage of mostly very young men whom Preston was "deprogramming".
If interested, there is a 9-page 2001 download (presently available at this link) that is described as follows, and which does give some answer:
"It Came From Outer Space"
Doomsday time travelers or sex cult? The worst things about the Montauk Project may be buried deep in your memory.
Written by Chris Ketcham
Photography by Virginia Conesa
The final video that we watched was one that I previously recorded onto a flash or thumb drive: Shakespeare in Italy | Land of Fortune (Episode 2). Unfortunately neither it nor its predecessor in the two-part series seem to be available online any longer, so I will not bother citing anything about it. I would do an exhaustive research to locate a source, but I just do not have the time ─ it is already into my evening, and I am having to forsake some exercise that I meant to have due to this loss of available time.
This damned thankless blogging is so wretchedly consuming! And my thumb joints are hurting a lot from continued keyboard pounding.
It has pretty much rained the day long.
My brother had some bed rest after that last video. I had my first meal ─ during the latter noon hour ─ since Friday evening, and then was abed seeking a nap when I heard my brother emerge from his bedroom and leave for the day to socialize.
I will be sitting up this evening watching T.V. shows with him via our Android TV Box once he is home, and enjoying two cans of the strong (8% alcohol) malt I try to keep myself supplied with.
That is it for blogging today.
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