Following my 5.625-mile walk last evening that saw me do some grocery shopping, I had two further cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) while I watched T.V. with my younger brother. He had just gotten involved in an hour-long show on 'regular' T.V. that began at 11 p.m.; so at midnight he felt himself with only time enough for one of our usual shows.
I put our Android TV Box to work and tuned in an episode of Yellowstone ─ episode nine ("Enemies by Monday") of season two. With the excitingly dramatic conclusion involving the kidnapping of the boy Tate Dutton, I rather expected my brother would request a second episode.
Perhaps he was tempted, but instead he asked for "something short", so I tuned in an episode of Ghosts. Unfortunately, not half way through it, I realized that my brother had passed out and was starting to snore, so I cancelled out of it and instead started to play random YouTube videos via the SmartTube app.
The short silence between the two videos was sufficient to 'shock' my brother conscious. Then to my amazement and irritation as he readied to head on upstairs to his bedroom, he proceeded to unplug all of the Christmas lights as if he was the only person left enjoying them.
As I said, I watched in amazement, for he had to unplug five sets of them, never once having it occur to him that I was still there in the living room and could do it all when I was set to go to bed.
I still don't fathom that sequence ─ a mini-stroke, perhaps?
Note that my wife had arrived home that evening ahead of me following her workday at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, but she was in her bedroom and essentially remained there until she finally retired for the night.
I got to sleep well enough, although it may have been past 1:30 a.m. Unfortunately, I was to find myself bizarrely awake later. Likely I drifted into some semblance of sleep at least once, but I know that several times I lifted my blindfold and saw that it was still nighttime.
Why couldn't I sleep?
The final time I checked and saw that it was light outside, the time was just about to strike 8 a.m., and I was wretchedly ill slept. I lay a time, but decided that I was likely hearing the T.V. downstairs. Too, I was considering riding with my brother after 10 a.m. when he left to pick up and drive his girlfriend Bev to work, for I was down to my last four cans of beer.
Via our Android TV Box, we were to watch two videos on T.V. this morning. The first was 25 minutes (25:46), and had been added just today to Rumble's AKStraightSpeaks channel: Locked Up, Separated and Silenced for 700 Days - The Coutts 4.
Canada's Prisoners without a timely trial or bail.
I speak with Journalist Mocha Berzigan, who's been covering the trial and the plight of the Coutts 4 who were protesting Covid 19 mandates in Feb 2022.
https://twitter.com/BezirganMocha
https://www.savethecouttsboys.com/
The second video exceeded 1½ hours, and was a December 6 presentation that was only uploaded yesterday to Rumble's A Warrior Calls channel: EMERGENCY CLAIM DEMOCIDE OCCURRING COVID 19 PROVEN A LIE.
When this video ended, it was maybe 11:45 a.m. My brother was set for a little bed rest, but he said that afterwards he was willing to drive me over to sign a petition aimed at recalling Rachna Singh, who is our province’s Minister of Education and Child Care. This is the main goal of the Recall Rachna Singh Campaign.
A political recall by the people can only be accomplished if enough voters in the politician's home riding want it to happen.
Unbeknownst to me, my brother had already signed on Saturday ─ a woman he knew happened to be a petitioner and she let it be known where he was drinking.
So he drove me out of civic spirit. I only learned this after we arrived at our destination.
And now I have at least a dozen campaign brochures to distribute here within the riding. I will start to do so anytime I am back from one of my wee a.m. walks.
I could not understand how I could be so helplessly tired ─ this was dreadfully apparent both times I went out with my brother. My wife did not have to work today; and this petition errand was to deny me an early nap.
Fortunately, once he had brought me back, my wife soon went out to probably do some shopping, so I practically crashed into my bed once that opportunity presented itself. I cannot remember when I last surrendered to bed with such clear essential exhaustion ─ I just folded.
I realize now why my vision has been so bad today, and why I have felt lacking in physical balance, and unable to exert myself. In a word, I have felt 'old' ─ all of my 74 years and more.
Yesterday I had intended that this evening I would have another of my walks instead of getting to bed reasonably early to do one in the wee a.m., but an evening walk is unthinkable in my state. I am too seriously pathetic.
What I do not comprehend is that if I have been so near to physical exhaustion today, why then was I unable to sleep last night, bringing on this wretched condition?
I was to settle out my early evening with a can of Cariboo Malt and even a shot of Kraken Black Spiced Rum while watching a rather touching episode of Cybill ─ episode 13 ("Bachelor Party") of season three.
Actually, I am right now working on that shot of Kraken here at my computer, for my brother arrived home while I was watching a women's boxing match, thereby forcing me into retreat.
Had my wife not been home, I would probably have tuned in a Christmas movie and delved a little more heavily into the drinking. As it is, I am feeling some blues setting in ─ my psyche cannot bear having a loss of physical activity like today has seen. Nor do I deal well with feeling so feeble.
It is now a little past 9:30 p.m., and I am about to go to bed; I already have my cellphone alarm set for 1:30 a.m. to get me up ─ if needed ─ for my walk. Lately, though, I have been finding myself awake during the midnight hour and thus rising before 1 a.m.
I am fine with that happening, as long as I manage some very deep and restorative sleep meantime.
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