Although it is uncommon for me to make it to bed ahead of 9:30 p.m. when I intend to rise at 1:30 a.m. overnight to ready for a five-mile+ walk, it seems to make no difference ─ I am generally unable to sleep until 1:30 a.m. no matter what.
And so it was last night. I was awake and rose well ahead of 1:30 a.m. Thankfully the house was in darkness and I was not to have to ready surreptitiously.
My wife's bedroom door was closed, so I knew that she had come home following her long workday at the Thai restaurant where she works part-time.
An online temperature check netted the claim that it was 8.3° Celsius (46.94° F.) hereabouts, but it was raining rather steadily. For the sake of my Titan baton flashlight stun gun, I decided to take an umbrella; and I was not going to exercise early into my walk at the elementary school playground three or four blocks from here.
I tucked the Titan into a deep inner pocket of my heavy denim jacket; but even so, its top was protruding. Nevertheless, I realized that the Titan was impossible to notice from the street even if I would not be beneath an umbrella in rain.
There were to be a few times when I was able to dispense with the umbrella due to an abatement in the rain, but those breaks never lasted long.
I did stop at the school on my return, but by then I was not as limber as I was earlier. All I managed was a single repetition in each of the six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups. But once I was home, I weighed myself exactly as I had been dressed at the school ─ I weighed somewhere from 193 - 194 pounds.
Remember, I am 74 years old and just under five feet and 11 inches in height. That amount of weight is considerable at this stage in my life.
I had left home at 2 a.m., and was back at ... well, I forget; even so, it was several minutes under two hours.
It was after 5:30 a.m. before I got back to bed, but I slept very poorly. I rose anew around 8:42 a.m., and just after 9 a.m. joined my younger brother downstairs for some T.V.
The first video I used our Android TV Box to tune in was 1½ hours (1:32:32), and was a 2012 documentary titled The Great Culling: Our Water.
“The Great Culling’ of the human population has quietly begun. Covertly, insidiously, mercilessly, a global depopulation agenda has been launched. As this plays out, the vast majority of the human race will be removed from the gene pool. Genetically annihilated. Will you and your genetic lineage survive?
Film-makers Paul Wittenberger (What In The World Are They Spraying?) and Chris Maple explore WHAT are the real threats to your life, your offspring and your genetic integrity? HOW can you protect yourself from those threats? WHY is a global depopulation agenda being pursued? The more you understand these answers, the greater your odds of surviving ‘The Great Culling’.
This first documentary in “The Great Culling” series focuses on the history of water fluoridation in detail. it’s health effects, and more.
It is most interesting to me that even back in 2012, there were people aware of the collective "Mr. Globalist" and their depopulation agenda.
There are numerous sources for the documentary, but I used this one at Rumble.
Next I tuned in a half hour (31:40) addition yesterday to Rumble's WTFLouie channel: False Flag Event to Start a War.
The globalist, megalomaniac, psychopathic, monsters agenda is POVERTY, DEPOPULATION and CONTROL.
Chris Sky points out that the process is very clear and has been used many times over and over.
Chris further notes that Israel has placed suitcase Nukes in virtually every embassy in the world. If we don't comply, the bombs will be detonated.
David Icke points out that Israel has one of the best security systems in the world. Then asks the question "How could Hamas get through one of the most secure areas in the world then stay in Israel for an hour to kill and capture Israelis, WITHOUT ONE SHOT BEING FIRED?"
DON'T BUY INTO A WAR THAT WILL BRING EVERY COUNTRY INTO A WAR NO ONE CAN WIN. NOBODY IS SUPPOSED TO WIN. THE OBJECTIVE IS to force every country in the world to borrow money from the Rothschilds, creating worldwide debt, then DEPOPULATION AND MORE CONTROL.
Although this latter video ended at 11:20 a.m., my brother announced that he was ready for some bed rest before leaving in the afternoon ─ maybe around 2 p.m. or quite soon thereafter ─ to rendezvous with one or two fellow drinkers at a pub.
The overcast morning gave way to lots of sunshine.
My wife only had to work the latter part of today, beginning at 4:30 p.m., so she did not leave until around 3:30 p.m.
Earlier in the late morning she had left to run errands. This was to galvanize me to undo a money transfer I had done last night before I left on my walk. I had transferred $200 from my private account to our joint chequing account to cover a life insurance payment normally taken at the beginning of each month.
Dreading that my wife would see the money, I transferred it back to my private account and out of her reach. She is unbelievably grasping due to a casino addiction that she has.
The life insurance payment will most likely occur tomorrow, so I will put the money back into the chequing account tonight after I rise at 1:30 a.m. for another five-mile+ walk.
A few days ago I 'lent' her $500 I can ill afford so that she would be able to cover the deductible portion of repairs for her car's bumper damage resulting from what she believed was a 'hit and run' recently while she was parked at work.
But now she has wondered to me if it is possible that one evening when my brother was backing into the driveway after being out doing his daily drinking, he might have been the culprit who caused the damage. She said that she saw damage at the rear left of his white van that might match the front right bumper damage her car has.
So I suppose if she comes home tonight after work and thus her car is here in the morning, I will point out this possibility to him and he and I can determine if there is this chance. His damage might be much older ... although that does not mean that he could not have hit her car at that same damaged site on his van from any previous mishap.
She is desperately hoping that he will own up and pay her deductible ─ or even the repair bill, for through insurance it is going to increase her monthly rate by about $15. (And she's already paying far over $100 a month.)
I am concerned that this urgency of hers is because she no longer has my $500 ─ in other words, she may have gambled it away one night after work. The damned casino is only a couple or so blocks from where she works.
I am so fed up with suffering financial deprivation due to her gambling losses! I wanted to buy a good-quality pair of new boots, but once again her need for my money has me too short on pension funds ─ and I have not even had my monthly pension yet for a full week.
This must come to an end!
I am going to take a break from this post ─ I need to have a couple of drinks.
Okay, I do feel more calm after some supper, two cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol), and some T.V. The first show I watched was an episode of The Rookie ─ episode 15 ("The Con") of season five.
This was evidently the finale episode for recurring guest star Annie Wersching, whom I had no idea had died of cancer on January 29 of this year. But maybe I did see or hear something ─ I just never knew her name, so any announcement would have been meaningless.
The second and last show I watched was an episode of Cybill ─ episode three ("Cybill and Maryann Go to Japan") of season three.
My brother surprised me by showing up ahead of 8:30 p.m., but I had already quit T.V. and was upstairs here at my computer.
I truly meant to get out early this evening to shop for the boots I mentioned before the post break, but my wife once again flummoxed everything due to her selfish needs.
But I can say no more, else I will just upset myself further. I need to be able to try and sleep before my upcoming walk.
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