Stephanie Sanzo
Once again, my cellphone alarm roused me at 1:30 a.m. to get up and ready for another of my five-mile+ walks. I was to see that my wife's bedroom door was closed, so I knew that she had come home following work at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.
An online check of the claimed temperature for hereabouts fetched 8.9° Celsius (48.02° F.).
I was not to weigh myself before I left because my wife came forth from her bedroom to use the bathroom; and after she returned to her bedroom, I did not care to risk her hearing me go into the bathroom in case she decided to come and speak to me, thereby delaying me. (I had been readying behind my own closed bedroom door.)
It was 1:54 a.m. once I was outside and on my way. Everything was still quite wet from earlier rain.
When I got to the elementary school playground three or four blocks away where I was to engage a token six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, I had to wipe rain and likely some condensation from the jungle gym monkey bar that I would be using; but even so, I could only hold enough of a grip to manage three pull-ups in the first set. After that, I settled on just two repetitions in the remaining five sets, but I did hold the final pull-up (between two gymnastics-style rings) at highest elevation for a 15-count.
And I finished with the usual 10 slow full-range push-ups in a declined posture on a cement ramp.
I fully expect that my overall clothed weight was nothing less than 192 pounds, a fair load for any 74-year-old to be working with.
I can not recall anything at all about the walk that is worth mentioning. I believed myself to be making good time, and this was borne out when I was back home by 3:49 a.m.
After getting here to my bedroom where I keep this computer I believed that I was hearing dripping from an incompletely shut bathtub faucet, so I went to remedy the fault ─ only to find half the bathroom floor flooded.
It seemed that the shaft of the float in the toilet tank was hung up at its base where it attaches to the upright shaft in this image, and it was preventing the float from stopping further water from adding to an already full tank:
I do not know if all toilet tanks are like ours, but at the top back of the tank just under the tank lid are two rounded grooves ─ one towards each end.
The water in the tank was spilling out from the two grooves.
The flow was not great, but when left for a couple of hours, apparently a lot of water does ooze forth.
I thought I remedied the problem and sopped up the spillage; and just after 5:30 a.m. I returned to bed.
Well, maybe around 8:12 a.m. I was considering rising for the morning when someone tapped on my bedroom door. At first I assumed that it was my wife, but it proved to be my very miserable younger brother.
The flooding had resumed, except this time it proceeded outside of the bathroom and soaked not just several feet of hallway carpet, but also a couple of feet of carpet into my brother's bedroom. He had discovered that by stepping onto the soaked carpet after he had gotten up and was getting together his dirty laundry (Friday morning tends to be his laundry day).
The only solution for now seemed to be to bend the floater arm sufficiently downward such that the floater is now sufficiently low in the tank that the rising water cannot push it upward any higher, and consequently the tank stops filling.
Thereafter I got busy for an hour using a towel to repeatedly sop up water from the carpet that I would then do my best to wring forth from the towel into the bathtub.
Note that water had also made its way down to the laundry area directly downstairs, so my brother performed some mopping there ─ bare tiled floor, fortunately.
My already tender thumb joints (victims of computer keyboard abuse) are now both much sorer due to the repetitive towel-ringing. But apart from that, the ongoing effort wiped me right out, and made me realize just how puny and unfit I truly am. I could never be a slave or some wartime prisoner on some work-to-death detail ─ I would rather take my life than have to endure a life of such hopelessness and discomfort. My back was plaguing me, and I was developing a sense of cranial unwellness.
I had to give it up and finally have my first mug of coffee (with the works) of the day, watching some T.V. with my brother.
When he later had to leave to pick up his girlfriend Bev around 10:10 a.m. to drive her to work, I had not been able to prepare to accompany him as I yesterday wrote was my intention so that I could replenish my supply of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) at the government liquor store two miles away ─ I only have a single can remaining.
At least I have rum on hand ─ my next opportunity to ride with my brother will not be until Monday.
When my wife later got up to use the bathroom, she of course stepped into the hallway and set bare foot onto the wet carpet. The poor girl remained up, and even spent much time using a hair dryer on the carpet. She also did some tidying in the bathroom.
Along with that first morning coffee, I used our Android TV Box to tune in on T.V. yesterday's nearly two-hour (1:51:22) stream to Rumble's Vaccine Safety Research Foundation channel: VSRF Live #102: Popular Sovereignty v. the W.H.O.
With European Member of Parliament from Germany, Christine Anderson, Dr. Meryl Nass, MD, and Women’s Rights Leader Reggie Littlejohn.
we are honored to host three exceptional leaders in the Health Freedom Movement, each making significant strides against the Globalist Health Cabal that led us into the Covid crisis.
Christine Anderson, a dedicated Member of the European Union Parliament since 2019, stands as a staunch defender of human rights and transparency. Known for her unwavering commitment to justice, she has become a beacon of hope for countless individuals, particularly in Canada, embodying values we aspire to uphold.
Reggie Littlejohn, President of Women’s Rights Without Frontiers, is a prominent international expert challenging China’s coercive policies. With boots on the ground, her organization actively saves lives in China, combating forced abortion and gendercide. Reggie is also a passionate advocate for personal medical freedom and has testified at the United States Congress, ensuring her voice is heard at the highest levels
Dr. Meryl Nass, a respected internist and biological warfare epidemiologist, has dedicated her expertise to understanding vaccine-induced illnesses and advocating for those affected. Her extensive knowledge has been instrumental in educating both service members and Congress about anthrax-related issues, making her a vital force in the fight against the Anthrax Vaccine Immunization Program.
Join us this Thursday for a riveting conversation with these remarkable individuals, shedding light on their tireless efforts to safeguard health freedom and expose the truth. Don’t miss this opportunity to gain valuable insights from these passionate advocates.
Actually, approximately the first 9½ minutes of the video is missable; so I believe that I have this link set up to start where fabulous Christine Anderson is introduced.
My brother sought some bed rest after the video was done, but I first had a meal. He left for the day early after the noon hour.
It was just after 1:30 p.m. when I let my wife know that I was set for my early afternoon nap, at which point she revealed that she had to work again this afternoon at 4:30 p.m. when the restaurant re-opened after its daily mid-afternoon break.
I figured that I would be up again in time to see her off, but it was 3 p.m. when I did rise ... and she was already gone.
I have an early a.m. walk intended for tonight, so I will be in bed before she is back home.
We have had some rain over the day, but I never noticed it rain hard. But there is never any knowing of what to expect by my 2 a.m.walk.
This is the first Sabbath fast start I have been confronted with since last Sunday's early a.m. time change in which we set our clocks back an hour.
Sunset supposedly arrived today at something like 4:36 p.m., so I had to sup unduly early or do without. But it has also meant that I was unable to have any latter afternoon exercising, for I need to do it with a comparatively empty stomach; nor am I able to have any drinks with my early evening bit of T.V. before I have to get to bed (hopefully by 9:30 p.m.).
I wish to blazes that politicians would quit this time change nonsense ─ it is nothing but bother all around!
Incidentally, my youngest stepson brought me two pieces of pizza around 6 p.m. that I am having to set aside until after sunset tomorrow. I am glad that I was already full and not tempted, but there is going to be a somewhat long go of it tomorrow before I can dig into them.
During the latter afternoon (to change the topic), I played here on my computer yesterday's 1¼-hour (1:15:47) addition to Rumble's A Warrior Calls channel: The Light & The Way Is Only Here.
It was Christopher James Pritchard's usual, although he did seem to be intimating that on December 5 he was going to be doing something in relation to a proposed escalation in his property taxes ─ something that everyone anywhere in the 'free world' ought to be able to do for themselves to avoid paying this annual thievery.
Or maybe I misunderstood. At any rate, I would certainly love to be able to learn how to forever avoid paying that crushing theft of money my local mayor and city council have absolutely no right to profit from.
I also watched ─ early this evening ─ an episode of Prodigal Son. This one was episode 14 ("Eye of the Needle") of season one.
And with that identified, I am bringing this post to a close ─ it is already after mid-evening, and I should soon seek my bed. I can hear it lightly raining outside.
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