They Knew. They Lied. They Killed.

I managed to remain in bed overnight until the chiming of my 4 a.m. cellphone alarm. It did not waken me ─ I was already conscious, for I had experienced considerable overheating and thirst as a result of my supper; and it made sleep not only difficult, but being in bed unpleasant.

It was a little past 6 a.m. when I was finally on my way to do some grocery shopping at Real Canadian Superstore, a round trip hike of 5.625 miles.

It was raining ─ mostly a thick, fine rain; but it was wetting enough that I used an umbrella for the first mile or so. Obviously, I was not going to waste time and have a wet experience at the elementary school playground ─ that exercise must await another day when I have no other engagement.

The snow was greatly reduced ─ maybe to three or so inches. Nevertheless, anywhere with frequent foot traffic that had not been shovelled clear was usually awkward walking because the compacted snow was almost like ice. It would be ice were it not raining and a couple or so degrees above freezing.

I got the errand done, arriving at Superstore a mere few minutes past its 7 a.m. opening. And it was pleasant being able to walk home in such gloom that it was almost like night.

It must have been around 8:30 a.m. once I was back, but no one else was up, so I took advantage and was soon enough lying in bed in pursuit of a nap.

I cannot claim to have slept, and was possibly not in bed much more than an hour. I went downstairs for my day's second mug of hot instant coffee with the works, coinciding just as my brother was about to turn on the T.V.

When he was soon enough inclined to turn it over to me so that I could put our Android TV Box into action, I led us off with Odessa Orlewicz's 1¼-hour (1:14:59) video from yesterday: Pfizer Contract With Canada Exposed! They Knew. They Lied. They Killed. They Redacted.

Interview. The liberal government/ Anita Anand /Health Canada are wholly evil and need to be held accountable. They were told bluntly by Pfizer in the contract that the Covid jab may destroy people's lives/health and may not even work. More jaw dropping agreements within the contract other than just that are also exposed. For some bizarre reason Canada signed that IF OTHER countries sue Pfizer then CANADA has to pay for it! What the hell is going on? Cris Vlek has gone through the nefarious contract with a fine tooth comb, and also exposes Canada's redacted parts by putting the Canada contact side by side with the UN-redacted Israel and South Africa contracts to show what parts they are covering up.. This info needs to be shared with ALL Canadians.

Stay to the end of this episode as Cris also gives important info on how to fight the ridiculous arrive can (scam) tickets.

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Then I believe I tuned in an 11-minute (11:18) upload yesterday to YouTube's Press For Truth DanDicks channel: B.C. Pride Society President/LGBTQ Activist CHARGED WITH CHILD-SEX CRIMES!!!

The former president of a northern British Columbia pride organization has been arrested and charged with committing sex crimes against children, according to the B.C. Prosecution Service.

The North Peace Pride Society quickly removed Sean Gravells as president upon news of his arrest, and in a statement made to their Facebook Page they asserted that even though the group sponsors youth events, Gravells was never involved directly with children.

In this video Dan Dicks of Press For Truth covers the fact that Gravells was indeed involved with children while with the organization and that the end goal of the LGBT movement is not acceptance of different views, but outright predatory grooming of the next generation.

After this we just watched three fairly long random YouTube videos via the SmartTube app.

This ran us well past the end of the noon hour. My brother sought bed rest, and he left for the day before I pursued a nap. But my delay was to cost me.

Beginning at 1:19 p.m., my wife beseeched me via text for a $300 transfer that I could not give her ─ there is well under $250 in my private account for Thursday's bi-weekly mortgage, so as things stand, I am going to have to apply to her eldest son to see if he can supply the $650 or so that we need.

But my wife kept intermittently texting, disrupting every attempt I made to lapse into some sleep.

She even phoned me at 3:07 p.m.

It was relentless. She finally promised that if I transferred her $200, she would absolutely repay it before Thursday ─ she hopes to get paid on Tuesday.

If she does not, then her eldest son can know why there is no money at all for the mortgage, and he and his younger brother are going to be furious with her.

I have warned her.

Even so, somehow I am going to have to make a stand and tell her that from that point, I will no longer be giving her money. My only income is my pension income, and since my last payment she has gotten $650 ─ the shortfall for the mortgage, as it happens.

I was outbursting my rage each time another text would arrive 15 to 20 minutes after my response to her previous text. It was relentless and punishing.

I never did manage a needed nap.

It had been my intention to do some further grocery shopping at another store this evening, but I am now too trepid. I doubt that my pension income will arrive by late this week ─ I am not expecting it before after the weekend. Consequently, since I only have nine cans of beer in my essential supply, I will want to replenish that stock this week. I usually do so to the tune of four dozen cans, and the price is now $81.07 with deposit and taxation.

I am so damned worried at the fix I have allowed her to keep putting me into and through ─ month after bloody month.

Honestly, maybe my death is the only way I am going to be free of this ongoing stress.

I am going to take a break. I may even see if I have it in me to get out for some sort of walk. Right now it is 5:47 p.m., so maybe I will indulge in a beer (8% alcohol), and maybe even a shot of rum (47% alcohol).

As for my wife, no, she is not likely to be coming home tonight. She spends as much of her weekends somewhere in Vancouver as she can. All I am to her is an ATM.

I anticipate sitting up late watching T.V. with my brother when he is home later, and that will entail some further drinking.

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All I did was hike the three or four blocks over to the elementary school playground where I engaged a half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, finishing with a barely won 11 decline slow full-range push-ups on a cement ramp.

I meant to weigh myself fully clothed once I was back home, but I forgot. Still, with my boots, socks, and heavy jacket off ─ and light damp gloves off as well ─ I was scaling 183 pounds. So certainly, I had to be up around 190 pounds fully decked.

It was lightly raining.

Prior to leaving for the outing, I had watched an episode of FBI: International ─ episode 17 ("Jealous Mistress") of season two. And I had drunk exactly as predicted ─ a beer and a shot of rum, both of which I well felt.

It is dramatic how much clearer the conditions were for walking, compared to early this morning. I will likely next be out on a hike in the wee a.m. of Tuesday, so if this clearance continues apace, there may well be little by way of impediment remaining.

As much as I appreciate not encountering street people at night, as a 74-year-old walker I do not enjoy extended conditions like we have had this Winter thus far.

Anyway, while I have the cash on hand, I am considering renewing my beer supply tomorrow morning when my brother goes around 10:10 a.m. to pick up his girlfriend Bev two miles away and drive her to work.

No more blogging today.