A Numbers Game

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Well, damn. Right around mid-afternoon I managed to harshly stub ─ kick ─ the lower end of a bedroom door with my left foot's smallest toe, and now if I attempt to bend or curl it at all, it actually burns with a ferocity.

I fear I have broken it to some degree.

But on to last evening!

Since I was not to be rising overnight until 4 a.m., I got in a Christmas movie to which I drank two cans of strong (8% alcohol) malt before having anything to eat that day for the first time.

The movie was 2016's Love You Like Christmas.

I enjoyed it, and actually shed some tears of emotion, partly thanks to the beer. However, it never completely dissolved me as some Christmas movies have been able to do. It was the fifth Christmas movie that I have watched since probably the second half of August.

Lead actress Bonnie Somerville is not known to me, but she did seem potentially familiar ─ I figured that I had likely seen her before in a Christmas movie. In scanning her credits, I strongly suspect that it was the 2011 movie Holiday Engagement.

I rather like the actress. And what I have come to appreciate about so many of these Hallmark-style Christmas movies is that the lead actress is generally not some young model or 'beauty queen'. They tend to be well into their middle age, and 'average' in looks. It is realistic. In fact, the actress was just over a year older than her romantic lead co-star Brennan Elliott. As of right now, he is 48, and she 49; so back in 2016, they were both into their early 40s.

(Then) child actress Madison Brydges played the daughter of the Single father character of Brennan Elliott, and I found her to be absolutely beguiling. She was everything I like about a kid in a Christmas movie. She would have turned 12 in March 2016.

The movie did have a sort of 'flop' ending in that it concluded with silent scenes of promised 'happily ever after' once Bonnie's character gave up her city life and came back to the small town where her love interest and his adorable daughter lived. We got to see the reunion between the two lead characters as a 'live' event, so to speak; but then came those 'thereafter' scenes and the closing credits.

It was all very abrupt.

Nevertheless, it was satisfying enough.

I was very attracted to the Single restaurant owner, Holly, played by actress Sadie LeBlanc. She looked quite ... delicious.

Should you care to sample the movie and do have a decent ad blocker on your preferred browser, three sources are 123MOVIES, or MoviesJoy, or M4uHD. I tuned it in on T.V. with our Android TV Box and the (I believe) Nova TV app that I have downloaded into it.

I am now unsure just when I got to bed. All I recall is that the hour of 11 p.m. figured somehow ─ perhaps it was imminent, if not actually passed.

Supping after some drinking rarely leaves me unpunished, so my sleep did suffer somewhat in its later stages after I managed to first fall asleep.

My wife had worked that day, but she never returned from the Thai restaurant ─ her bedroom door was wide open when I rose early this a.m. But that was not any great surprise. At least she left the $300 alone that I had transferred into her account to pay the monthly life insurance that was supposed to have been debited by the company on Friday. Now the trick will be to see if that payment is left untouched by her so that the stupid company can make the debit sometime tomorrow.

I was not feeling too grand when I rose at 4 a.m. And as is often the situation, I badly failed to get away on a Save-On-Foods grocery five-mile+ hike ahead of 6 a.m. Ideally, I would like to leave no later than 5:45 a.m. so that I can engage some exercise at an elementary school playground early into the walk when I embark on these early shopping forays, but it was probably a minute or two after 6 a.m. when I got away.

I was to withdraw $200 from my financial institution's ATM at maybe the conclusion of the first mile; and the actual shopping was done when I was returning home and had about a mile to go. The ATM and Save-On-Foods are very near one another.

All I can recall about the walk otherwise was the sad sight of a dead barred owl, a likely traffic victim along 100th Avenue a little farther from 148th Avenue than the marker in this Google Map indicates.

The poor thing was a flattened feathery mess that someone must have removed from the avenue and tossed to the grass on the opposite side of the wide sidewalk. I would have done similarly if I had come upon the unfortunate creature laid waste by some motor vehicle.

It was a rather dispiriting discovery.

After I was back home and had put away my purchases, my brother emerged from his bedroom before I had made a return to bed for some further rest. However, I knew that before he turned on the T.V., he would occupy himself with the Sunday morning edition of The Province that I subscribe to.

Thus, I did manage to zone out for a bit until I was aware ere quite 9:10 a.m. that he had the T.V. on. I certainly did not feel at all well rested ─ I did not feel good at all. But I rose and joined him, soon enough getting invited to put our Android TV Box to work.

The first video I tuned in was 37 minutes and had been added to Rumble's willdofreedom channel three days ago: Willem Engel & Dr. Peter McCullough.

In the first interview on our new platform willdofreedom.com Willem Engel interviews Dr. Peter McCullough MD, MPH about the side effects of the gene injections. Peter developed a treatment protocol based on supplements that can help people who suffer from long covid and spike toxofication due to the injections. Furthermore we discuss gargles and mouthwashes. Lastly we cover medical ethics, namely, do no harm and informed consent. Luckily most people don't have to fear side effects, but for a small group who were unfortunate to be injected with a bad batch the outlook is not positive. Most importantly, nobody should take another shot, no matter the pressure.

Dr. Peter A. McCullough brings truth to the world and fight battles against censorship and reprisal.

He is an internist, cardiologist, epidemiologist, and the Chief Scientific Officer of The Wellness Company. Since the outset of the pandemic, Dr. McCullough has dozens of peer-reviewed publications on the infection and has commented extensively on the medical response to the COVID-19 crisis.

Dr. McCullough is one of the most published cardiologist ever in America, with over 1,000 publications and 660 citations in the National Library of Medicine and is a recipient of the Simon Dack Award from the American College of Cardiology and the International Vicenza Award in Critical Care Nephrology for his scholarship and research.

Next I tuned in a 57-minute video added just today to Rumble's jessicarose1974 channel: Damages from the modified mRNA-containing LNPs – from vessels to brain – a numbers game.

I present to D4CE an unrehearsed, live presentation describing etiological mechanisms of the modified mRNA-containing LNPs including what might happen pathologically in the context of the DNA contaminants discovered by McKernan et al.

Most unfortunately, I was much too tired to focus on this rather technical presentation ─ I could not concentrate; and my brother clearly was not very much involved in it. So after about 15 minutes I cancelled out of it.

And so the final video we were to watch was added two days ago to Rumble's SGT Report channel, and was 48½ minutes: TURBO CANCER, AUTOPHAGY & NEW HOPE FOR THE VAXXED -- DR. WILLIAM MAKIS | PT 2.

This is the must hear conclusion to my interview with Dr. William Makis. Turbo cancer, autophagy & new hope for the Vaxxed.

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We had watched the prequel yesterday.

After this video, even though it was 11:40 a.m. at most, my brother was set for some bed rest because he intended to light out to watch an NFL game at a bar, I suppose, and the game was to start at 1 p.m.

When he did finally leave, I still had not sought my needed nap. But I did, maybe around 1:30 p.m. or soon thereafter. 

The nap and some coffee did help, but I never perked up. For instance, even though it was possible to get some afternoon backyard sunshine, I lacked the endurance for the exposure. Nor did I feel up to sacrificing the time.

It is after 7 p.m. at present, and I am unsure what I ought to do. Head away for a latter evening walk in a while, or have my usual we a.m. walk that would see me rising at 1:30 a.m. to ready for?

I do not feel exactly perky, but maybe a malt or even two can elevate my well-being. We shall see.