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If I remember correctly, it may have been almost 10:20 p.m. when I got to bed last evening with my cellphone set for 2 a.m. for my planned five-mile walk. I had heard my younger brother just arrive home from his daily socializing.
I generally resist checking the time whenever I have a wakeful period, unless I find myself feeling unusually awake. That happened last night ─ I realized that I felt especially well slept. Heck, I had even forgotten that I had a planned walk.
With a start I checked the time ─ it was 4:16 a.m. How had my alarm not sounded?
I knew at retiring that the cellphone battery power indicator was nearly out of the black and into the red, so maybe these phones have some sort of survival mechanism whereby it will conserve its power at the expense of wasting any by sounding a ring tone or alarm.
Fleetingly, I did consider not bothering with the walk, for I would soon find workday commuters abroad. However, my next planned walk would then spell a break of four days instead of two, and I felt that to be unacceptable.
I wasted little time readying, and even after weighing myself fully clothed and in my hikers (I was 199 pounds at most), once I had locked the front door and was on my way, it was 4:29 a.m. ─ and lightly raining.
Possibly at 2 a.m. it had not yet begun to rain.
With such a late beginning, I dispensed with the six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups at an elementary school playground early into my walk.
I was also to engage a little more plodding jogging than usual ─ partly because the rain was not always light. Halfway through the five miles the front of my thighs were drenched, and my top was getting wet through my denim jacket.
It was 6:10 a.m. by the time I was standing outside the locked front door, and as yet my eldest stepson was not home ─ I had figured out that he had needed to work a 6 p.m. to 6 a.m. shift.
He did get home well before my return to bed for some further rest around 6:50 a.m.
I am unsure if I managed actual sleep before rising, but it is likely I must have. I held off getting up until well past 8 a.m. ─ possibly nearer 8:30 a.m., by which time my brother was downstairs watching T.V.
After I joined him, just after 9 a.m. I put our Android TV Box to work and tuned in yesterday's 1¾-hour (1:45:33) addition to Rumble's Vaccine Safety Research Foundation channel: Full Episode #75: Saving Lives, Solving Deaths.
Guest Dr. Mary Tally Bowden, a Texas physician who played a vital role in saving thousands of lives during the Covid-19 pandemic by providing early treatment for her patients. She is also an outspoken critic of the Covid-19 vaccines and vaccine mandates. We’ll also hear from Laura Jeffery, a Canadian embalmer who has confirms the shocking phenomenon of fibrous blood clots in the bodies of those who have received the Covid-19 vaccines - something she has never witnessed before in her 27-year career. And Richard Hirschman, who was recently spotlighted in the documentary "Died Suddenly " for coming forward with evidence regarding changes observed in the blood and fibrous material discovered during the embalming process beginning in early 2021.
The decision to make this public was his concern for humanity. Don't miss out on these incredible accounts.
We only had time for one further video, so I tuned in this nearly 45-minute June 16, 2019, very interesting upload to BitChute's Adaneth channel: The Last Days Of Rasputin.
A 2015 Channel 5 History Documentary hosted by Toby Jones.
Helen Rappaport and Dominic Lieven are among the writers, thinkers and historians exploring the downfall and legacy of Grigori Rasputin. The Siberian peasant and faith healer rose from obscurity to become an adviser to Tsar Nicholas II and his family, before being assassinated in December 1916, and the contributors examine whether he was motivated by sex addiction or was a seer who only wanted the best for Russia.
So it is reportedly a myth that Rasputin had survived a number of organized assassination attempts. I never knew that. The one and only conspiratorial attempt was perfectly successful.
My brother did not get much rest thereafter. It seems that he was eager to get away and hook up with a drinking buddy for what has almost become a weekly tryst for pool games at a specific pub.
I definitely had my usual early afternoon nap.
I never did get an E-mail reply from the woman representing a debt consolidation organization that had been helping my wife pay down her credit card debts last year. My wife is presently in Thailand, and has been away from Canada since her early evening flight on (I believe) January 23. Unbeknownst to me until recently ─ when a threatening letter for her from a law firm showed up on April 24 ─ she had not maintained payments to that organization.
The representative asked in an E-mail yesterday when it would be convenient for me to have a "chat", so I had E-mailed back the suggestion of mid-afternoon today.
But as I said, there was no further reply. I tried phoning her at 2:50 p.m. but only got a recorded message declaring that there was no one available to take my call. Since I had no message to leave, I just hung up ─ everything had already been said in my E-mail.
By the way, it stopped raining ─ probably around midday at worst. The sky remained heavy with sullen cloud cover, even if the streets began to dry in the latter afternoon.
I will be embarking on a Sabbath fast before it is yet dark, but I will still be having two cans of the strong (8% alcohol) malt that I attempt to keep in supply ─ those will be slowly consumed from around 9:50 p.m. while I am watching some T.V. this latter evening with my brother once he has returned from his daily socializing.
I expect that he will be doing considerable passing out.
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