The Biosecurity State

Following an episode of Magnum P.I. early last evening ─ this one was season five's episode six ("Dead Ringer") ─ I was not up too much longer before getting to bed. My wife was entertaining herself, so I did not feel inclined enough to bid her a goodnight.

And I think that my younger brother was soon thereafter home from his daily socializing ─ yes, I recall that he was. My wife had been into some beer, so she was more open to communicating with him, and he did not sound to me to be outlandishly drunk.

I do not recall the time of my retirement, but I suspect that it was ahead of 9:30 p.m., with my cellphone alarm set for 1:30 a.m. to get me up to begin readying for one of my five-mile+ walks.

When that time came, I believe that my youngest stepson was likely still up downstairs in the boys' den area, but I was able to ready in peace upstairs and probably slipped away unnoticed. If I remember aright, an online check of the temperature hereabouts may have been listed as 15.8° Celsius (60.44° F.).

I had also weighed myself fully clothed. First without my black denim jacket: 187 pounds. And then with it on: 189 pounds. This was discouraging, for 24 hours earlier I was fully two pounds lighter.

Note that just ahead of 7 p.m. the previous evening, we had a rainstorm start to pass over. Yet when I left home on my walk at 2:08 a.m., everything was as dry as if the rain had never been. However, the sky was overcast, and that makes for better night visibility because a certain amount of light reflects from the cloud ceiling.

I was concerned about my showing when early into the walk I stopped at an elementary school playground for six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups. The previous night I had managed to add one pull-up to the first set, and that generally means that I am confronted with the possibility of establishing what will be a new normal in performance.

But I was inspired the previous night by how comparatively light I had been at a weigh-in before leaving home on the walk ─ that inspiration was now lost.

Nevertheless, I removed my jacket and did my best. And somehow, I suffered through and matched the performance ─ five and then three pull-ups in the first two sets; then three chin-ups in the middle two sets; and finally two pull-ups between a pair of gymnastics-style rings in the final two sets, with the final pull-up held at fullest elevation for a 15-count.

I always lower myself to a full lat-spreading hang before rallying for the next elevation.

And I finished up with 10 slow full-range push-ups in a declined posture on a cement ramp. I always lower myself until my body is just barely making some contact with the ground ─ thighs, torso, and chin.

It was all a hard-won workout for this 73-year-old.

About 1¾ miles into my walk, I could hear ─ barely ─ distant thunder in the south. Initially I thought that it might have only been the sound of some large metal container being moved. But the thunder advanced my way remarkably fast.

And just over halfway into my walk, I started to feel some raindrops. I was never to get wet, for the rain was not much sustained until I was maybe a half mile from home. And I was back here by 4:07 a.m.

Incidentally, those departure and arrival back times precisely matched the previous night's.

About a half hour after getting home, I heard my eldest stepson's alarm, so I knew he had a morning 12-hour sift scheduled for 6 a.m., so I shut myself up in my bedroom to give him all the peace and privacy that we might both actually appreciate.

I am unclear on when I returned to bed, so let's just speculate that it was around 5:30 a.m. or soon thereafter. My morning was to commence just after 8:30 a.m., I believe.

After I joined my brother for some T.V., it was not too much after 9 a.m. that he invited me to put our Android TV Box to work.

First up was a 39-minute video that had been uploaded earlier in the morning to Rumble's childrenshealthdefense channel: TSA + The Biosecurity State.

Then we watched the latest production on YouTube's Dane Wigington channel: Geoengineering Watch Global Alert News, August 26, 2023, # 420.

Then came a 28-minute addition last December 8 to Rumble's The Why Files channel: The US Military's Secret Flying Saucer Project | Alien Reproduction Vehicles (ARVs).

In 1988, aerospace designer Brad Sorenson went to Norton Air Force base for the annual air show. The show was the chance for aerospace companies and military contractors to show off new technology to top military and government officials. Brad wanted to network and maybe grab a new client or two.

At some point, Brad got turned around and separated from his group. He hopped into another group and ended up in a large hangar watching a presentation given by a three-star general.

At first it was the typical rundown for various top secret aircraft. Brad figured he was in the right place.

He wasn't.

The general signalled to someone and a huge curtain was pulled, revealing three aircraft that nobody was expecting.

And just to finish up, I tuned in a men's MMA match on YouTube that was something like 15 minutes.

We've had an overcast day, and at times there has been rain. It is all actually quite welcome. Notwithstanding, I do not know what to expect when I have another wee a.m. walk tonight.

My wife had to work today at the Thai restaurant where she currently has very limited employment. It opens at 11 a.m., so she left on her fairly long drive around 10:15 a.m. ─ but she did so without a word to me.

I don't know why she is often like that.

She will want something from me soon enough ─ some help of some sort ─ and will then find herself endowed of some civility.

But it is after 8:30 p.m. already, and I must be set to get to bed within an hour, so I am closing down here.