The Beginning of the End

Last evening's early entertainment was an episode of Magnum P.I. ─ a rather touching episode, actually. This one was season five's episode seven ("Birthright").

Since this will evidently be the final season of the series, I will eventually be having to turn elsewhere for some delicious Perdita Weeks ─ who has been the primary reason I have stuck with the series.

During the episode, I managed to drink a can of strong (8% alcohol) malt and then eat my entire supper before the episode was done.

I find that I am not getting very much benefit from a mere can of malt when it is in conjunction with a supper ─ the meal overrides the intoxication lift. It is almost like wasting the beer.

My wife restricted herself to her bedroom, watching videos on her tablet or smartphone. At one point she even had a phone call with her mother over in Thailand.

I did not get to bed until shortly after 9:30 p.m., by which time my younger brother had just arrived home from his daily socializing. I was able to bid my wife a goodnight first before shutting myself up into my bedroom.

My cellphone alarm was set for 1:30 a.m. to get me up to begin readying for another of my five-mile+ walks. Earlier, and for quite some while, it had poured rain ─ rather discouraging.

I was not to require the alarm. A point arrived where I needed to use the bathroom, but I was unable to due to what was probably my youngest stepson showering. Instead, I had to improvise and use a large empty can of Nescafé Rich instant coffee that I fortunately had on hand.

This becomes irksome ─ no one needs to be showering in the wee a.m. It is not as if he will be going anywhere in the morning ─ he works from home as a member of a helpline for a bank's credit card centre. And of course, this is one of the reasons he doesn't have to get to bed early, either ─ he is already 'at work' even before he gets up!

I miss when he used to be out of here during each day.

Anyway, I checked the time after obtaining my relief and saw that it was 1:12 a.m., which I felt to be just a little too early to already be getting up. Instead, I got back to bed and did my best to relax deeply for a few more minutes, and then rose at 1:19 a.m.

That hard rain had presented around 7 p.m., and seemed to have long since rained itself out. My online check of the temperature hereabouts was too suspicious to be true ─ identical to the decimal point of the supposed temperature 24 hours earlier: 11.7° Celsius.

I decided that I would wear my light denim jacket and risk that it was not raining at all.

As I readied, I was to notice that my stepson seemed to have retired, and no one else was up. And once I was all set to go, I weighed myself without my jacket on: about 187 pounds. I figured that I would be taking it off when I stopped for some pull-ups and chin-ups early into my walk at the usual elementary school playground.

I was delighted to get outside and on my way, finding that it was only 1:54 a.m., for I was convinced that the time was going to be at least 2 a.m., if not after the hour. And it was not raining ─ there were great breaks in the cloud, and I even noticed the moon for a short while.

It was quite cool, though.

When I reached the school, I could hear a male voice talking low at the front near its main entranceway. There were no lights, so I could not see anybody. Regardless, I continued past the front over to the far side of the school and passed out of sight to where the targeted playground is near the back of the school.

Ever uneasy, I decided not to remove my jacket ─ I felt it best to remain in a state of defensive readiness in case the unseen presence at the front of the school chose to tail me.

Everything was wet with past rain and likely condensation, so I had to wipe a bar of the jungle gym / monkey bars dry enough to exercise with bare-handed. And knowing that fully dressed as I was that I likely weighed at least 189 pounds, I expected to disappoint myself, but I did better by far than I anticipated.

Yes, I failed to achieve my recent set maximums, but that was only true of the fifth of the six sets. So five and then three pull-ups in the first two sets; three chin-ups in the middle two sets; and then two pull-ups between two bars of the jungle gym / monkey bars in the final two sets, with the final pull-up held at full elevation for a 15-count.

I finished with the usual 10 slow full-range push-ups in a declined posture on a cement ramp.

Before too long I won't even be able to be wearing just a denim jacket for warmth ─ I can remember that in last season's cold weather that I was often 195 or more pounds fully clothed. This 73-year-old ─ who will be turning 74 in just under two weeks ─ will not be racking up the totals of pull-ups and chin-ups that I have been managing.

Heck, I expect that at times conditions will be so extreme that I won't even be able to exercise due to how frozen the metal equipment will be ─ sometimes caked in ice.

But that's yet into the future.

I had brought along my UVEX orange-lensed blue-light-blocking glasses, but I dispensed with them because they quickly started to fog up. It is just too humid and chilly to be wearing them; and of course, if there is even any slight rain, they cannot be used. Hence, I am going to be leaving them at home.

For what must be the sixth or seventh time, I wore my inferior no-name AliExpress hikers, but on this occasion I made excellent time despite them ─ I was back home and outside the locked front door at 3:56 a.m.

Of course, I never had to make any unanticipated detours due to having to avoid anyone during my walk ─ I recall no untoward delays whatsoever.

And I was probably back to bed in the neighbourhood of 5:15 a.m., but I am guessing about that ─ I simply do not remember now. Incidentally, it was once more pouring rain outside ─ I was lucky.

My actual morning began nigh 8:30 a.m., I would say. My younger brother was watching T.V., so I soon enough joined him. And when shortly after 9 a.m. he invited me to put our Android TV Box to work, I led things off with the hour-long (1:06:51) CULT OF THE MEDICS - CHAPTER NINE - THE BEGINNING OF THE END - TRUTH WINS.

Released December 18, 2022
Documentary series about the occult history of the medical industrial complex, zje NWO, Deepstate and much more created by David Whitehead.
Something is terribly wrong with our world. Deep down I am sure you feel it or you would not be watching a series like this. So strap yourself in. It is time we learn about and explore one of the world’s most ancient and most powerful cults, that I refer to as “the cult of the medics”
Source: truthwarrior
It’s Time For Everyone To Wake Up!
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The Globalists Deep-State & PLANdemic Secrets You Need To Know

I cannot say that this was the specific source that I have linked to, for there are more than one out there. But apparently chapter 10 of the very good series has yet to be completed and released ─ my brother and I have watched them all thus far.

Next we watched an engrossing production ─ almost an hour long (58:59) ─ uploaded to YouTube's Real Stories channel back on February 24, 2016: Britain's Poorest Kids (Poverty Documentary) | Real Stories.

3.5 million children are growing up in poverty in the UK. It’s one of the worst rates in the industrialised world and successive governments continue to struggle to bring it into line. Struggling & without a voice, 'Poor Kids' shines a light on this pressing issue.

A far more descriptive write-up is presently to be found here.

The final video we watched was an episode of Barry ─ this one was season three's episode eight ("starting now"). It was actually the season finale.

Thereafter, it was time for some bed rest for my brother. My wife rose just into the noon hour. I had my day's first meal, and then was napping when my brother emerged from his bedroom and left on foot to catch a bus to rendezvous with at least one of his drinking buddies at a pub.

I rose from my nap just before my wife left to work the latter part of the day at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part time. It closes for a while mid-afternoon, but re-opens at 4:30 p.m.

I will be in bed before my brother or wife return, for I have another walk planned and will be rising again at 1:30 a.m. That early rain did cease, but the day has been solidly overcast, so I don't know what to expect.

Before immersing myself too deeply into this post, I played an hour-long (59:11) video here on my computer which I keep next to my bed. This afforded me the opportunity to recline on my bed in comfort while the video played.

It was added "four days ago" to Rokfin's Ochelli Effect channel, although the video itself indicates the date of September 20: Jessica's Universe Part 1 with Guest Dr. Jessica Rose. No description is offered with the video, so I will not attempt one ─ just know that the topic centred around the experimental COVID jab.

The video ended most oddly. Chuck Ochelli and Dr. Rose were in communication via ZOOM or some such, but Chuck's feed froze and Jessica was left on air by herself. Then some controller's voice came on air and acknowledged that Chuck was indeed offline, so they were going to terminate the interview there. I suppose this is why the video title claims "Part 1".

I took a break from this post towards the end of the afternoon and had some exercise; and then I opted to watch some T.V. while enjoying a can of malt before taking my supper.

My television choice was The Rookie ─ season five's episode 14 ("Death Sentence").

And once more, my phone call to Sandy W. is postponed.