Shedding Light on an Unseen Crisis

Sacrificing making a phone call to Sandy W. early last evening, I instead tuned in a Christmas movie that allowed me to enjoy two cans of strong (8% alcohol) malt before having some supper. The movie was 2016's My Christmas Love.

The lead actress was Meredith Hagner, who was familiar to me, but I could not identify why ─ I assumed that she had starred in some other Christmas movie I must have seen that featured a character very similar to the one she played in this movie. So, in looking at her acting credits, I would venture that it was likely the 2015 movie A Gift Wrapped Christmas that I likely watched roughly a year ago.

And in looking now at IMBb's write-up of that earlier movie, I can now recall Meredith and her lovable character.

Meredith is very slight, but I found myself enjoying her trim legs in the opening scenes even though I do prefer considerably more muscle where female legs are concerned.

I enjoyed the movie a lot, and could see myself watching it again in some good company. However, as far as Christmas movies go, this one did not break me down emotionally. It was just a cute and sweet love story that did not reach into the 'inner me'. It had no relevance to my past or present.

I have been having rather poor luck of late ─ of the six or so Christmas movies I have now watched since August, only two hit me hard.

Fortunately I watched the movie early enough that after I got to bed reasonably after 9 p.m., when my 1:30 a.m. cellphone alarm chimed to get me up to ready for one of my five-mile+ walks, I didn't notice any trace of a hangover. The alarm did rouse me from dreamland, however ─ and for just an instant, I believed that my phone was ringing.

My brother was still downstairs watching T.V., so I exercised some care to avoid notice when I paid a visit to the bathroom ─ the entire upstairs hallway is visible from our living room and where he was seated.

Back in my bedroom, I began readying, making an online check for the claimed temperature hereabouts: 10.4° Celsius (50.72° F.). This was sufficiently mild that I decided to wear my lightweight black denim jacket.

Happily my brother was soon to head for his bedroom, which he did just ahead of 1:45 a.m. ─ I was not going to have to engage any parting conversational exchanges with him. However, both of my stepsons were still up, albeit in their den area and thus out of sight.

I correctly decided that I would be jacketless when having some pull-ups and chin-ups early into my walk at the usual elementary school playground, so just before I was set to leave, I weighed myself fully-clothed without the jacket: about 185 pounds.

By the time I was out the front door and in the process of closing it before locking it, my youngest stepson hove into view briefly as he came up from the lads' den area and headed on upstairs to clearly have a shower. He looked at the closing door, but continued on his way.

It was 1:56 a.m., and the sky was mostly covered with a cluttering of grey cloud.

When I got to the school playground, the equipment was dry from any condensation, so I easily exercised bare-handed.

As I exercised, it appeared that I might match my latest high repetitions in the six sets that I perform when all goes well ─ that is, five and then three pull-ups in the first two sets, three chin-ups in the next two sets, and three and then two pull-ups on either the gymnastics-style rings or else a pair of bars.

The rings were out of commission ─ vandals had wrapped all of their chains around the very high support bar. I had to instead use two bars of the jungle gym or monkey bars.

Alas, when I got to the first of those two sets, I felt myself emptied after managing just two pull-ups ─ I dared not even attempt a third. I blame some lingering sensation of overtraining due to the session I had there 24 hours earlier.

Whatever the reason, I finished the last set with the expected two pull-ups, and held the very last of them at highest elevation for a 15-count.

Then in atonement, I did one further set of just a single pull-up between the two bars.

Of course, I completed the exercising with 10 slow full-range push-ups in a declined posture on a cement ramp.

Nothing else about the walk come to mind that is worth mentioning, except that it was the second consecutive time that I wore a pair of orange blue-light-blocking plastic glasses. I bought mine maybe three years ago ─ I bought two pairs. They are by UVEX, and seem to very much resemble these ones at Amazon, although those are sold in multiples of three.

I could never get accustomed enough to use them for long with my computer because I already have such poor vision that impairing it even more with the glasses was too bothersome.

But on these night walks ─ wow! Headlights and street lights and traffic lights are as nothing with these on ─ I never find myself blinded. Now I can barely imagine night walking without wearing them.

Anyway, I was back home at 4 a.m., so I made very good time.

I am now guessing, but I might have returned to bed by 5:15 a.m., and then rose just over three hours later to commence my morning. My brother was actually later still.

He and I only watched one video together this morning on T.V. via our Android TV Box ─ it was one we had to quit from yesterday due to want of the time. Over 1¾ hours long (1:47:47) ─ although nearly five minutes of the opening was dead air ─ it had been streamed two days ago to Rumble's Vaccine Safety Research Foundation channel: VSRF Livestream #95: Shedding Light on an Unseen Crisis.

The forgotten injured of the Covid-19 vaccines

This week on VSRF Live we learn about Covid-19 vaccine injuries we were never told about. VSRF Vaccine Injured Director, NICU Nurse Angela Wulbrecht, RN speaks with American Thought Leaders Host Jan Jakielek & The Unseen Crisis filmmaker Cindy Drukier

“Within 12 minutes of getting my vaccine, I was on the ground. This warmth kind of took over my body. I became numb. I started shaking uncontrollably. I felt like something really bad was going on. At first, I thought maybe I’m having an anaphylactic reaction. So, the paramedics were surrounding me. I had all these people there that were taking my vitals. My vitals were extremely unstable. My blood pressure was so high, I could have stroked out. My heart rate was really high. And things went downhill from there, and I eventually was taken away by ambulance to the hospital. And that was the first of, I think, five 911 calls—five hospitalizations.”

The video was our 'one and only' because at 11:30 a.m. my brother announced that he was returning to his bedroom for further bed rest because he had socializing plans thereafter. He was to leave before I had yet returned to my bed for a needed early afternoon nap.

By the way, this morning ─ maybe just after 5 a.m. ─ it was raining hard outside. It was to be a lengthy enough shower, but things did later dry out. Nevertheless, the day remained wholly overcast; and then around 4 p.m. we had another rain shower, though it was not as intense.

I will not be getting up at 1:30 a.m. to ready for a walk ─ Sunday mornings are for some grocery shopping. Since Save-On-Foods opens at 7 a.m., I won't be rising earlier than 4 a.m. The store is maybe a mile from here, so I will have basically my usual walk and stop at the store while making my return.

Ideally I would like to get away around 5:45 a.m. ─ that might allow me some exercising at the elementary school. My reality is such, though, that I usually barely get away by 6 a.m., so I tend not to get in any exercising. Maybe that break is a good thing, judging by last night's fifth set failure.

I have been fasting since my early evening meal yesterday during My Christmas Love. I have not even had a black coffee. Even so, it was with some surprise that just after 5 p.m. I stripped down and weighed myself entirely naked ─ I may have been a sliver above the 175-pound mark, but that same sliver seems to be displayed as being just above zero on the analog scale when it is at rest.

So ... maybe a flat 175 pounds?

It is already a bit past what is supposed to be our official sunset hereabouts (7:07 p.m.), but I am going to wait until it is dark before I beak this fast.

I shall be back here tomorrow, I expect!

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