💀☠💀☠💀☠ Love Always

I was to manage a Christmas movie early last evening, drinking two can of strong (8% alcohol) malt during it before graduating to some supper.

The movie was good ─ very good, in fact. But I wonder if I am already developing some emotional immunity to these movies? Sure, it touched me frequently, but I never felt occasion to dissolve into a helpless wreck like I seem to enjoy doing during many Christmas movies.

This one was 2016's Love Always, Santa.

Marguerite Moreau as the Single mom widowed three years earlier, and Isadora Swann as her young daughter who on behalf of her mother selflessly writes Santa a letter that captures the heart of a struggling author (played by Mike Faiola) who has a gig in some distant city of replying to kids' Santa letters, were all wonderful.

I didn't link to a biography on young Isadora because there does not appear to be one online, but I did find that she later was diagnosed at age 15 with non-Hodgkin’s b-cell lymphoma. In fact, Teen Cancer America's webpage on their Play It Back musical program lists her as one of the aspiring artists, and a song of hers can be heard here.

I loved the mom and the cute daughter portrayed in the movie, and I am a bit surprised that with Marguerite Moreau's extensive credits, she is unfamiliar to me.

I believe that I made it to bed by 9:10 p.m., my cellphone alarm set for 1:30 a.m. to get me up to ready for one of my five-mile+ walks.

Unfortunately, I woke far too early. I cannot say just when it might have been, but I quickly developed the need to have a pee; however, the hallway light was on just outside my door, and I would have needed to get dressed to leave my bedroom for I would be starkly visible to my brother watching T.V. in the living room, or anyone who might suddenly appear at the bottom of the stairs.

And so I was left with no choice but to use the large yogourt container that has suddenly started to become a mainstay for me now.

At one point I heard someone come upstairs and close a door ─ as well as turn off the hallway light; but the T.V. was still playing, so I presumed that it was my wife going to bed, having worked the day at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, and where she had to put in another full day today (the restaurant opens at 11 a.m.).

When I finally did take a look at the time, I saw that is was only a little past 1 a.m., so I returned to bed to try and at least rest further, for I had still not fully recovered from yesterday's early waywardness; and I believe that I had a slight hangover from the two cans of malt I had consumed during the Christmas movie and just ahead of my supper.

Soon enough, though, I opted to just get up early and begin readying (between tending to a few matters here at my computer which I keep at bedside for want of anywhere else in the house).

An online temperature check revealed the claim that it was 13.4° Celsius (56.12° F.) hereabouts. I also checked online to see if my wife had left the money in her account alone that would cover the nearly $300 monthly life insurance payment due to be debited from it today.

She had not ─ she had herself debited something over $404 from the account ─ and she had done so at the casino that she is addicted to gambling at. All she left was something over $10.

I had the notion of transferring enough money over to meet the payment due today, but that would be tantamount to simply having given her my money to gamble away ─ she had to suffer consequences for her waste. But I hated the idea that when that life insurance payment failed, the financial institution would slap a $48 charge for non-sufficient funds ─ and she would still owe the nigh $300.

I began to get even more annoyed because my stupid brother was not going to bed. Was I finally going to have to deal with him when I could wait no longer and wanted to leave on my hike? I hate having to have anyone be privy to my goings ─ these walks are no one's business but mine.

Well, he finally did head on upstairs to bed, but it was at least 1:45 a.m.

Alas, I managed to squander sufficient time that it was 2:07 a.m. before I had begun my walk ─ I had hoped to get away a bit ahead of 2 a.m.

The sky seemed very clear, with a bright moon that still appeared almost half full. It seemed cooler than the online temperature claim ─ which was a full 2½ degrees warmer than it supposedly was the night previous when I left on my walk.

I had weighed myself fully clothed, but without my jacket ─ I was no more than 185 pounds.

When early into my walk I got to the elementary school playground where I would be tackling six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, I found the equipment wet with dew ─ everything had been dry the previous night, and that seemed to me further proof that tonight could not possibly be as warm as claimed.

Since I was not feeling optimistic about being able to hit my recent maximum totals that I now deem to be my norm, I decided to keep my jacket on despite it adding no less than another two pounds to my clothed body weight.

Oddly, I was able to hit those totals, but it was a major strain: five and then three pull-ups in the first two sets; three chin-ups in each of the middle two sets; and then two pull-ups between a pair of gymnastics-style rings in the final two sets, with the very last pull-up held at highest elevation for a 15-count.

I also did 10 slow full-range push-ups in a declined position on a cement ramp.

The whole experience was most invigorating, I must admit.

I had with me my brother's monthly expenses reconciliation cheque that was just over $301 which I wanted to deposit, so the early portion of my walk was a slightly different route. And in my approach to the destination ATM, I just missed out on bypassing a purple-haired girl sporting black tights that appeared to showcase a nicely-muscled set of calves. I wondered if she was maybe a trolling streetwalker?

Honestly, I rather regretted not having coincided with her, for it would have been very interesting to discover if she would have actually made a proposition.

I recollect nothing else of interest about the walk, and I made fair time, arriving back home at 4:11 a.m.

However, since early into the latter half of my walk, my thoughts had resumed to the waywardness just about 24 hours earlier, and I determined to tread the same path once I was home.

And I did. This time to full conclusion. But at least I was to bed well past 7 a.m. whereas the previous morning it was at least an hour later.

Nevertheless, this has left me with another day of feeling rather depleted and definitely less slept than I ought to be. Even my early afternoon nap was not fully adequate.

But I was up this morning by 8:30 a.m., I would say. And I even got access to the T.V. at 9 a.m. because my brother was late in emerging from his bedroom ─ my wife was up and showering before he had risen.

Concerning her, at one point while she was likely dressing in her bedroom, I coyly announced through the slightly ajar door, "London Life payment today!"

That elicited a distinct stir, and she came forth almost pleading that I transfer $300 to her account, deflecting the directness of her request by expounding how a co-worker had determined that the restaurant's accountant had short-paid them as far back as sometime last year.

The restaurant owners are apparently on holiday, but my wife and the other gal are going to seek redress.

I suppose that this was my wife's fashion of allaying my concerns about the $300 ─ i.e., it would be repaid.

Well, I damn well do hope so!

As for morning T.V. with my brother, by the time he came downstairs, I had used our Android TV Box to set up the first video we would be watching ─ one of two recently added to Rumble's A Warrior Calls channel.

The video was a little over a half hour, and had been livestreamed yesterday: Matthew Hazen - MasterPeace Part 1.

Guest: Matthew Hazen

MasterPeace Human Consciousness Support
https://bit.ly/awcmasterpeace

How does MasterPeace nutraceutical work?

Harmful POSITIVELY charged toxins, including heavy metals, take up residence in and around the tissues and cells in our body. Unfortunately, this is a modern-day fact. However!… undigestible nanometer-sized Clinoptilolite Zeolite Mineral, found in MasterPeace, is a safe NEGATIVELY charged mineral that magnetically finds and traps these positively charged “forever chemical” toxins. The body then expels the Zeolite Mineral WITH the poisons attached!

At the same time, MasterPeace replaces the heavy metals and toxins with nutrient dense structured marine plasma containing 96 organic-minerals in a perfect ratio. MasterPeace is infused/embedded with: Bio-Photonics, Terahertz, Magnetism and Scalar/Aether energy which provides a consistent high-consciousness field in and around the bottle, profoundly supporting your healing journey.

I found the presentation sufficiently intriguing that I am considering placing an order for the liquid ─ supposedly $52.99 for what may be a one- or even two-month supply. However, I suspect that the quoted price is in U.S. dollars. But if remarkable positive healing effects are obvious in a mere week, then surely it would be worthwhile!

My brother had paid scant attention to the video, often departing the living room for other engagements. Consequently, he dismissed the video at its conclusion as naught but an advertisement.

The second video on that same channel was in excess of an hour, and was Christopher James Pritchard's normal content: War Is Upon Mankind - Proof & Solution.

We finished with a 43-minute video added to Rumble's SGT Report channel three days ago: COMPLETE DENIAL -- DR. WILLIAM MAKIS.

Dr. William Makis returns to SGT Report to discuss the war against humanity and the complete denial by the medical establishment and mainstream media that there is any problem whatsoever with the bioweapon masquerading as a vaccine - as they prepare the public for Lockdown 2.0 and NEW "vaccines".

Dr. Makis' Substack:
https://makismd.substack.com/

It is presently after 9:15 p.m. ─ I must stop blogging and ready for bed. I will be rising at 1:30 a.m. for that five-mile+ walk spoken of earlier.