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Although I cannot claim to recall last evening's bedtime, it may have been 10:15 p.m. or later, and my cellphone alarm was set for 4 a.m. to get me up for a walk and some grocery shopping after a leisurely couple of hours.
I only managed to sleep in blocks, but I was comfortable enough in bed. I am still victimized with a somewhat sore throat and affected nasal passageways, so perhaps I am even a little feverish.
Note that I never did watch any T.V. last evening, nor even have as much as a beer or shot of rum. I went dry.
I was not to require my alarm, for I was awake enough to be checking the time either within 10 minutes of its sounding, or at most within 20 minutes ─ further forgetfulness.
At least I wrote down the online claim of the temperature hereabouts: -11.5° Celsius (11.3° F.), which was several degrees 'warmer' than the previous night.
I knew I would not be daring any exercise at the nearby elementary school playground ─ doing so would only result in dampening my gloves, and I would be faced with trouble enough as was, where trying to keep my fingers from freezing was concerned. I was only going to wear my relatively thin gloves.
However, with good intentions before I left, I went out to the backyard tool shed to try to get in some pull-ups and chin-ups beforehand ... only to find the darned door's lock frozen shut. My key just would not turn ─ not even after spraying some WD-40. Of course, it was no help at all that it was dark and I was unable to see very much.
So now I have gone two full days without any proper arm and shoulder exercising; and at my age of 74, I decline fast if I do not at least seek to maintain myself. I did go outside towards the end of the afternoon today to unlock the door ─ I brought a lighter with which to heat the key. But evidently the WD-40 had served its purpose (although it is several degrees less cold that it was 12 hours ago when I was thwarted).
I have left the troublesome shed door unlocked.
Anyway, I had my frigid walk of five miles plus, and stopped on my way back at Save-On-Foods a mile from here. I did not intend too much bulk in purchases, for I had done my walk almost exclusively to that point with my gloved hands in my heavy coat's pockets, and even then my fingers were feeling uncomfortable.
I had two tote bags with me, rolled up and kept that way with a wide rubber band. Ideally, I would not require both, and could always have the spare hand kept sheltered in a coat pocket.
Alas, that was not to be the case ─ I had too much bulk and weight.
Even before I was halfway home, my fingers were suffering; and by the end, I had concern that I would find my fingers too cold to unlock the door and work the latch to open it.
But I managed.
It was around 6:05 a.m. when I left home, so it was probably two hours or so later by the time I was back. By 9 a.m., since my younger brother had not yet emerged from his bedroom, I sought some rest in my bed. I left the door ajar maybe an inch so I could hear, but I donned my blindfold to facilitate possible further sleep.
I must have managed to submerge consciousness to some degree, for the point arrived when I was quite certain that he was watching T.V., so I rose to join him. It was around 10 a.m.
When he soon enough invited me to put our Android TV Box to work, I led us off with a short video that ended before I had even finished boiling water and fixing up a mug of instant coffee, so I will not identify it since I have no idea if it was worthwhile.
I next tuned in one that was an hour (59:15), and had been added yesterday to Rumble's jessicarose1974 channel: The Iron Will.
I did another interview with Will Dove. Here it is. We talk about DNA contamination which includes SV40 elements. I also talk about ribosomal frameshifting.
The embedded video actually shows transcription, not translation, but it's still super cool. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Hk9jct2ozY
My brother lamented nearly midway that he wasn't fathoming much, but I let it play on. I think he understood the value in being subjected to such information ─ exposure to the various terms eventually develops some familiarity.
And Jessica can be so darned entertaining at times, especially when she breaks herself up!
That one was followed by two much shorter videos at Dr. William Makis's Substack.
First at 7½ minutes: VIDEO - Dr.Peter McCullough testifies at Rep. Marjorie Taylor Greene's Hearing on COVID-19 Vaccine Injuries (7 min)(Jan.12, 2024).
Then at 14 minutes (14:01): VIDEO - John Beaudoin presents death certificate info (COVID-19 Vaccine Injuries) to New Hampshire Senate Health and Human Services (Jan.10, 2024).
We finished up with an episode of Inside No. 9 ─ episode six ("Last Night of the Proms") of season or series six.
Once it was done, my brother then retired to his bedroom for some further rest. Not too much later, I was back into my own bed, but as nice as it was being there, sleep was infernally elusive. I did dream at least once, so I know I had to have slept at least a little.
When I later rose ─ maybe around 3:30 p.m. ─ my brother was gone for the day.
I would like to get out and have an evening walk instead of being faced with an early a.m. hike, but it is approaching 6:30 p.m. and I am again feeling a little feverish and tired. Consequently, I am going to retire to my bed for a time and ─ perhaps with a true nap ─ see if I can rally.
I do not want to be getting up in the wee a.m. cold for a walk then, but I am quite driven about these ventures.
I will not publish this post quite yet, in case I have anything further to add ─ such as not getting away this evening. If I do go, my brother will no doubt be home and I will not have opportunity to blog further, so I will simply publish the post then without a further word.
Walk accomplished!
I had practically fallen to exhaustion when I took my early evening rest. I never resurrected until after 9 p.m., and even then I considered remaining in bed.
But I did not want that early a.m. walk.
And so I hustled to get away before my brother arrived back home, and I succeeded ─ even though it was 9:23 p.m. when I left.
I was back home shortly after 11 p.m. Actually, it might have been 11:11 p.m. The only thing unusual I will report is seeing a ginger cat cross a fairly busy avenue where it then sat on a knee-high brick wall. But instead of facing towards the sidewalk where I was coming, it faced down the wall and basically ignored me as I passed.
I thought that to be peculiar.
And then a few feet further along I espied a big raccoon off to the side.
Had the short-haired cat seen the strange animal and crossed the highway out of curiosity?
I continued on my way without indication of noticing anything, but some distance along I looked back and saw the raccoon on the sidewalk. There was a car approaching me from the direction I was headed, so I watched to see what would occur when it drew near to the raccoon.
Well, the raccoon decided to cross the avenue well ahead of the car, but the vehicle slowed down dramatically anyway. And then I saw a second raccoon streak across to catch up with the first. This second animal was smaller and sleeker ─ and seemed to move much too quickly for a raccoon. It could almost have been the cat, except that it was clearly a dark colour, and not a light russet or ginger.
But it appeared to catch up with the first raccoon ─ had it been another darker cat which I had not earlier noticed, it is unlikely that it would have cared to catch up with a large raccoon, so it must have been kindred.
Anyway, time for some T.V. with my brother and a couple of beers.
Incidentally, my wife's car seems to be here, but I haven't noticed sign of her. Maybe it is only my youngest stepson's girlfriend come to spend some intimate time with him.
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