A Touch of Drink

It might have been a little past 9:30 p.m. before I was to bed last evening. And then in short order I heard someone come home (I had been alone).

It quickly seemed obvious to me that it was my wife.

I was having an abominable time of it trying to sleep ─ I needed it so badly, yet I felt close to developing a possible eyestrain headache.

It was certainly no help when at some point I was disturbed by what I thought were three distinct notifications of the arrival of cellphone texts, but I was not going to bother myself to look at them.

My cellphone of course will sound a follow-up notification if the first text notification is not responded to, so I later imagined that I was likely mistaken about the first sound I had heard ─ maybe it was something else.

I was to find out that my wife did send me a text at 10:25 p.m.

Hi, r u home yet !!

But it was only into the latter afternoon today that I discovered that a minute earlier, my youngest stepson had also texted me:

will you be comin home soon?

So perhaps I caught the sound of the follow-up notification for that text, having been too near sleep to have been aware of the initial notification; and then I plainly heard both notifications of my wife's text that she coincidentally sent a minute later.

My wife must have realized that I was home and in bed when she was here. But I do not believe that she was actually here by the time she texted me. I believe that she had initially come home, and left some Thai food in the fridge; and then left again.

In error she later texted to ask if I was home, perhaps forgetting that I was home and in bed. She knows that I have nighttime walks, so maybe she meant to ask if I was up from bed as yet?

I was to learn from her that she had forgotten her cellphone in Vancouver at wherever it is that she stays when she is not here, so she just left the food and returned to Vancouver.

As for her youngest son, maybe he had forgotten his house key and was checking to see if I was here before he came home from wherever he was? Or maybe he was going to ask if I wanted some sort of takeout food because he was going to get himself some?

Who knows!

The point is that I slept dreadfully ─ I almost want to say painfully. Honestly, I got little sleep from after I went to bed until my cellphone alarm chimed at 1:30 a.m. to get me up for my five-mile+ walk.

I almost felt feverish.

Had I not known that I am able to handle these walks, I would never have attempted this one ─ I was so very underslept, and my vision so blurred. At my age of 74, it even seemed I was putting myself at risk of a coronary event or a stroke.

I made an online check of the claimed temperature for hereabouts at 1:48 a.m. ─ supposedly, -2.4° Celsius (27.68° F.), so I ensured that I dressed warmly. Fully dressed in my boots, I weighed around 186 pounds.

It was 2:30 a.m. by the time I was away, and it was definitely chilly, the sky mainly clear.

I resolved that even though I would check the nearby elementary school playground to see what the state of its equipment was ─ i.e, frosted, or else dripping wet with freezing condensation ─ I was prepared to only tackle the usual 11 slow full-range push-ups in a declined position on a cement ramp.

But even those did sound physically exacting for how I was feeling.

Well, to my considerable surprise, I found the equipment to be perfectly dry ─ not even a hint of developing dampness.

So I resigned myself to the usual half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, managing to reproduce the previous night's totals (3 - 2 - 3 - 2 - 2 - 2), and I held the very last pull-up at highest elevation between a set of gymnastics-style rings for a 20-count.

No warning symptoms that I could detect of any fatal developments. However, the closing 11 push-ups did have me wondering if maybe this was to be more than I should have dared.

I was to have my full walk without incident, and there were those times when I could hear the double-thump of my heartbeats; but the night was indeed so chilly that towards the end I resolved to make myself a mug of hot instant coffee with the works once I was home, for I doubted that I would have sufficient body heat in bed later to be comfortable enough to easily sleep.

I was back home at 4:29 a.m., and it was then that I realized that my wife's car was not present. She was not home in bed after all as I had been believing she was.

I think that I was returned to bed no later than 5:30 a.m., and I remained there for almost three hours, faring far better than I had after getting to bed the prior evening.

When I joined my brother shortly after 9 a.m. for some T.V. and he invited me to activate our Android TV Box, I led us off with an 18-minute (18:18) video uploaded on February 11 to YouTube's Rebel News channel: WATCH: The moment Rebel News saw illegal migrants crossing Rio Grande via boat.

My Rebel News colleague Lincoln Jay and I embarked on a Jan. 30 mission to the southern border of America, in Texas, following the Supreme Court ruling between Governor Gregg Abbott and the Biden administration. The court ruled that federal agents would be allowed to cut the razor wires installed along the border by Abbott, if necessary. Despite this, the governor has stated that he will continue to protect his border, no matter what. On the ground, it is alleged that the number of illegal crossings has significantly decreased since Governor Abbott took over the Shelby Park land near the border town of Eagle Pass on January 11, in order to make it as secure as possible. Despite this, miles away from Eagle Pass, there is a small town called Quemado where illegal immigrants are allegedly crossing into the U.S.

Next was a 52-minute (52:31) video added today to Rumble's Canadian Citizens for Charter Rights and Freedoms channel: C3RF "In Hot" interview with NCI's Ken Drysdale.

Major Russ Cooper (Ret'd) goes in depth with NCI's Chairman of Commissioners, Ken Drysdale, to detail the unnecessary damage done to the lives of everyday Canadians by Wuhan virus pandemic measures. Were lives, particularly those of our little ones, put at risk in the name of false narratives? Was "safe and effective" a ruse of the first order? Strap in for a high "G" and scintillating conversation that our elites refuse to have.

I followed that with a 26-minute (26:32) added today to Rumble's WTFLouie channel: Tucker Carlson Discusses His Interview With Vladimir Putin 2024 World Government Summit 12-Feb-2024.

The video was recorded in Dubai at the World Governments Summit 2024, and Tucker was being interviewed by Emad Eldin Adeeb.

I am not going to identify the video that we watched after the above, but the final scheduled video was only eight minutes (8:18), and had been uploaded yesterday to YouTube's Redacted channel: BREAKING: "This is TREASONOUS what they're doing to the American people!" | Redacted News.

What president Joe Biden and Congress are doing the American people is treasonous. While you were enjoying your weekend Congress was busy trying send another $95 billion dollars to Ukraine and Israel.

After that, I just used the SmartTube app to play random YouTube videos until we hit an extremely long one and my brother took his leave for some bed rest.

I had my day's first meal, and was sensibly to bed for a nap before my brother emerged from his room and left for the day to socialize.

We had some fair sunshine today and it got remarkably mild considering the overnight, but I have no idea what's in store for tonight.

Neither of my stepsons has yet contributed towards next week's mortgage payment, so I am still unable to risk any supermarket shopping of any note, thus there is no desire in me to be venturing out on any evening walks.

Therefore, it will be to bed reasonably early again this evening with another early a.m. walk in store ─ I intend to rise at 1:30 a.m.

Perhaps I will sleep better this latter evening. After having some supper early this evening while watching an episode of DC's Legends of Tomorrow ─ episode 14 ("There Will Be Brood") of season six ─ I then had a can of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) and a shot of Kraken Black Spiced Rum (47% alcohol).

I have no desire to completely deprive myself just because I am not sitting up late watching shows with my brother.

And with that said, since it is approaching 8:30 p.m., I wish to bring this post to a conclusion. Even so, I want to declare that some episodes of DC's Legends of Tomorrow are so deeply rousing and even emotional that Arrow, Batwoman, Black Lightning, The Flash, and Supergirl are feeble comparisons ─ it is as if they were produced for children.

That is all for today.