💀☠💀☠💀☠ Damage Due

It may have been after 10 p.m. last evening by the time I finally forced myself to bed, once again beginning to entertain 'the crave' ─ my addiction. And I slept ill thereafter, dwelling overmuch.

My cellphone alarm was set for 1:30 a.m. to get me up to ready for a five-mile+ walk, but my wretched imaginings would not easily be diverted. And when at last I did gain some sleep, a couple of times I found myself awake and feeling urgency about that coming summons to rise; but I did not look at the time, and strove to return to sleep.

Then a point arrived when this near panic seized me anew ─ I even wondered if my alarm might have possibly failed or I overslept it. So I looked ... and it was only 12:41 a.m.

How the blazes could that be? I had already been awake twice earlier and had been stressed about the time such that it was difficult to return to sleep!

There was to be no further sleep. I did try, but shortly after 1 a.m. I surrendered and got up. Fortunately, the house was in darkness ─ no one else was still up. As I was to discover, my eldest stepson was working a graveyard shift (6 p.m. to 6 a.m.) and was thus not even home.

My online check of the temperature hereabouts returned the claim that it was 13.9° Celsius (57.02° F.), but I made the decision to wear my heavy denim jacket when I left. There had been much rain over the course of the day, and I had gotten drenched the night before on my walk ─ in fact, my heavy jacket was still damp. So were my gloves.

Fully clothed in that jacket, I weighed in at around 190 pounds.

It was 1:57 a.m. by the time I was on my way. The sky was heavily overcast, but the night was still and exceptionally quiet ─ wholly unlike the stormy walk I had the night prior.

When I got to the elementary school playground three or four blocks away, I did my best to wipe a jungle gym monkey bar dry for the half dozen sets of token pull-ups and chin-ups I intended, but between the damp night air and my soft and clammy bare hands due to the damp gloves I had been wearing, it was not possible to retain a solid grip. I managed three pull-ups in the first set, but even though I had the ability to do another, my grip would likely have failed ─ my fingers were slowly sliding loose as it was.

So the other five sets were just two repetitions, with the final pull-up between a pair of wet gymnastics-style rings held ─ barely ─ for a 15-count.

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

Note that for three afternoons now, I have been performing three token sets of pull-ups and chin-ups out in the backyard tool shed just to keep myself better accustomed to the exercise, and to atone for my less productive early a.m. sessions. Out in the shed I also finish with 10 slow full-range push-ups flat on the wooden floor ─ they are noticeably easier that the declined push-ups, so I may increase them by one or two soon enough.

As for exercising at the elementary school, it is not an easy matter for this 74-year-old having to work with 190 pounds. In height I am just slightly under five feet and 11 inches (180.34 centimetres).

I recall absolutely nothing about the rest of my walk that merits mention, apart from hearing as many as a half dozen different isolated frogs croaking at various locations as I walked by the Green Timbers Urban Forest.

It was 3:50 a.m. by the time I was back home. A little over an hour later I could hear it raining again.

Naturally I failed to struggle any further against 'the crave', and not only was I still up when my eldest stepson got home, I never made it to bed until several minutes past 6:30 a.m.

After I managed my first bout of sleep, eventually I believed that I could hear the T.V. playing, so I checked the time. I believed it to be after 8:20 a.m.

I lay for a little longer, and then rallied to get up. Oddly, I was to find that my brother was still in his bedroom, and the T.V. off.

At 9 a.m. I was downstairs to boil water for a mug of coffee and to take charge of the T.V. ... except that it was not 9 a.m. It was 10 a.m. ─ I had misread the time earlier when I rose, judging it to be an hour earlier than it truly was.

My brother never showed until something like 10:20 a.m. However, I was to learn that he had slept abominably since maybe 4 a.m. and had in fact risen around 7 a.m., coming downstairs to watch T.V. until he got bored seeing the same few news stories repeated over and over.

So he returned to bed. I may well have indeed heard the T.V. before I rose for the morning.

Anyway, I had a video set up to play on T.V. via our Android TV Box ─ Odessa Orlewicz's 20-minute effort from yesterday: Interview With Mahmoud Mourra Who Says He Was Recently Offered A Bribe To Stop His Parents Rights Mission In Canada.

Calgary Parental Rights leader Mahmoud Mourra explains that he was offered a bribe recently by using taxpayer money to do it through a "project" grant. He said they threatened him when he wouldn't take the bait. He also explains they tried to persuade him AWAY from a political party he is socially promoting.

Then I tuned in a 1½-hour (1:30:25) addition from two days ago to Rumble's Children's Health Defense Canada channel: Dr. Byram Bridle - Damage Due to Plasma DNA Contamination in the Covid Injections.

Dr. Byram Bridle is an Associate Professor of Viral Immunology in the Department of Pathobiology at the University of Guelph who has been dedicated to vaccine research and development. He came to public attention and scrutiny when he spoke out about the research from Japan showing the damage caused by the Covid injections.

You can see him at live events testifying at the 4th International Covid Summit in Romania. and you can follow him on his substack; https://substack.com/@viralimmunologist where you will find a great deal of up to date information about the impact of the Covid injections and mandates.

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The interview was excellent if a viewer was able to ignore a lag in video versus sound that must have been just about a minute long by the end of the video. I have rarely watched such an 'out-of-sync' feature that was this bad. When the video finally ended and the voices of lovely Sherry Strong and Dr. Byram Bridle had said their goodbyes and logged off, their images continued mouthing silently ─ like I said, probably for a full minute. I tuned out, however, so I can only speculate ─ it was very silly. Whomever was responsible for the production should have repaired the mess.

Even though it was nearly noon when the interview finished, I tuned in one video more. It was a 44-minute (44:15) documentary added October 14 to BitChute's Freedom of speech is everything channel: The Entire Israeli-Palestine Conflict Explained.

My brother afterwards returned to his bedroom for further rest, and I was in my bed when he rose and left for the day to socialize. I had fixed up my day's first meal and eaten it during the documentary, so I was not up too much longer after my brother ─ at least, I was not up much beyond 1:30 p.m.

The day remained heavily overcast, but I do not recall that it rained after the Sun had risen. Or at least, it was not raining when I rose well past 9 a.m.

This was a bath day, so late in the afternoon I got that out of the way. Stripped naked for the bath, I registered pretty much an even 180 pounds.

My early evening was spent watching an episode each of The Flash ─ this time, season seven's episode 14 ("Rayo de Luz"); and Cybill ─ season two's episode 22 ("Pal Zoey"). 

I am continually struck by how beautiful young Alicia Witt was even back then.

I have another early a.m. walk planned, so I will be retiring before 9:30 p.m. to make rising at 1:30 a.m. a little more palatable ─ I only hope the two cans of beers I drank, along with a supper comprised of a fair amount of liquid, do not adversely affect my needed sleep.

My wife was to have worked a full day today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, so she should be coming home later this evening ─ I will be abed by then.

It seems likely that I will have a dry walk later.