This is bloody nonsense!
I had gone for an early a.m. walk after checking the time overnight and finding it to be approaching 3:30 a.m. ─ I can no longer recall the actual time, but my eldest stepson was still up, as he is far too often, camped at the dining table downstairs watching videos on a laptop, I suppose.
At least he was out of sight. As long as he remained there, I would be able to sneak away unseen.
My wife had come home from work at some point, for her bedroom door was shut.
I cannot recall when it was in the evening that I went to bed, but I am fairly confident that it was after 10 p.m. ─ maybe well after.
It was raining when I left here ─ shortly after 3:45 a.m., I believe. I brought an umbrella and had to open it straight off. There was to be no exercising at the elementary school playground ─ not when I have my Titan baton flashlight stun gun with me that I have no desire to get wet.
I cannot recall anything eventful about my walk. There were long stretches when I did not require the umbrella, but the last 1½ miles of the walk definitely required it.
I was gone approximately two hours; and though I do not recall precisely when I got back to bed, I sure do hope that it was ahead of 7 a.m. Whatever the case, I rose anew around 9 a.m., for it seemed to me that my younger brother already had the T.V. playing.
When I joined him a short while later and he invited me to put our Android TV Box to work, I led us off with the only video that we were to watch (and it was nearly 1¾ hours: 1:42:27): COVID UNMASKED PART 2: COVID, INC. - (All parts in the description).
In early 2020, life as we knew it changed forever. What was sold to us as a fight against “a new and deadly virus“ soon revealed itself as merely the opening act of a Great Reset, in which we will “own nothing and be happy”. This film documents exactly who is behind it all, how long it’s been in the works, and how to stop it… before we lose our country, our liberty, and our humanity.
We watched it and the preceding instalment at Rumble, but this is this episode's original source.
I had to suspend the play of the video because my brother left just ahead of 9:55 a.m. to both pick up his girlfriend Bev just over two miles distant and drive her to work, and to also have a haircut. He was not back until around 11 a.m., so that is why we only had time for the one video.
Following its conclusion, he did not seek bed rest immediately, so we watched maybe three random YouTube videos via the SmartTube app.
I was on a Sabbath fast, so I wanted to get to bed for a good nap before my wife emerged from her bedroom. She would have to work again in the latter afternoon, but I just had no desire to become entangled with her ─ the only time she ever seeks me out for conversation is when she wants something (usually money) ─ from me.
My pension has not arrived yet this month, and she knows it. But she might want to bleed me of whatever little cash I have on hand ... or consolidate a more massive bleeding as of Monday should my pension arrive that day, which I expect it will.
Fortunately, after my brother finally did retire to his bedroom, my wife emerged from her bedroom, but she went directly into the bathroom. That afforded my my chance to shut myself up in my bedroom and get back to bed ─ I believe that it was 1:09 p.m.
With luck I might nap long, and not only miss having to see her at all (she usually leaves no later than 3:15 p.m. when she is scheduled to work in the latter afternoons), but to also shorten the amount of conscious time that I have to endure my fast and caffeine deprivation.
Well, imagine my shock when I later checked the time after sleeping and had become suspicious by how gloomy it seemed outside ─ despite the fact that it has been raining seriously throughout the day: it was a minute or two before 5 p.m.
I could have even slept more ─ only noticing that gloom inspired me to check the time.
So just how run down am I that I can nap like this?
I got busy blogging, and broke to have some supper. I broke from this post later still when I tackled a bath, but it was while gathering together what I required for the bath that I went downstairs to the coffee table where I had left my cellphone so that I could have that afternoon nap in peace.
I found that my wife had tried to phone me at 3:34 p.m. And then at 3:41 p.m. she texted me:
Call me when you up plz
I attempted to return her call at 6:47 p.m., but got no response. No doubt she was busy at the Thai restaurant where she works.
But what's up? Another money crisis ─ real or invented?
I thought that I might rally and get out for an evening walk, but my bath has depleted me ─ as has that caffeine withdrawal, even though I at least am not hungry. I had considered a delicious mug of hot instant coffee with the works, but it would be a waste if it was insufficient to inspire me to leave home.
I am strangely inclined to have a relatively early evening and go to bed. It is already approaching 9 p.m.
What I believe I am going to do before my brother shows up from his daily socializing is maybe watch a comedy on T.V. while brushing my teeth, and then get to bed. First, though, I will text my wife to let her know that I will be leaving my cellphone on the coffee table. If I do not hear from her before I seek bed, that will be that, for I doubt that she will come home tonight ─ it will be off to wherever it is in Vancouver that she spends her weekend days off.
I will walk in the wee a.m. ─ I ought to get a few groceries, such as restocking on my supply of whipping cream (two one-litre cartons) that I use in my coffees. And maybe some garlic.
We'll see.
I was to watch an episode of Cybill ─ episode 15 ("In Her Dreams") of season three.
I did text my wife that I would be getting to bed by "maybe" 10 p.m., but I refrained from declaring that I was going to leave my cellphone downstairs. I had decided that I might actually need it to ensure that I did not somehow sleep beyond 4 a.m., or alternatively be so hung up on time checks on my computer that I might end up sleeping ill and rising too early.
If I can set my cellphone alarm for 4 a.m., then I can spend my time abed in serenity. I just do not need to have my wife bugging me with infernal texts or even a phone call.
It is 9:44 p.m. as I type these words at my bedside computer with my bedroom door shut. My brother showed up well ahead of 9:30 p.m., forcing me to escape the T.V. and the living room.
I seem to have developed a very vague headache ─ perhaps the caffeine withdrawal. If I am left in peace by my wife, and can remain in comfort here in my bed until 4 a.m., I will celebrate with a powerful instant coffee ─ two heaping teaspoons, along with the works.
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