It seems to me that I was to bed last evening ahead of 9:30 p.m., soon after my younger brother arrived home. I never had an opportunity to bid my wife a goodnight.
I was definitely feeling this nasty upper respiratory malady, so I was hoping I would not feel too unwell when I would be getting up later for my five-mile+ walk. My cellphone alarm was set for 2:30 a.m.
Well, I did not require it, for I was awake and checking the time at something like 1:19 a.m. Maybe I spent a further 10 minutes seeking more sleep, but I was to submit and just get up.
I could hear my wife moving about, so I remained shut up here in my bedroom and spent time on this bedside computer.
Note that at 1:28 a.m. I made an online check for the temperature hereabouts ─ 10.1° Celsius (50.18° F.), so quite mild. I could not hear any falling rain beyond my partially open window, but I decided to pack my umbrella along with a pair of ski gloves and my Titan baton flashlight stun gun, all of which I tend to carry in a tote bag.
I was to find it raining when I left here at 2:50 a.m., having to sneak away because my eldest stepson was still up and watching videos on his laptop at the dining table downstairs. It was not raining particularly severely, but enough that I dispensed with stopping at the elementary school playground for any exercise, even though I never did use my umbrella.
Had I been feeling healthy, likely I would have stopped at the playground.
I chose to walk my usual route in reverse in order to avoid having some Good Samaritan stop to give me a ride along the stretch of 100th Avenue between 140th and 148th Streets (Google Map).
Yes, there are two sidewalks along the avenue, and it would of course have been possible to walk along the one that faced oncoming traffic, but there is a stretch from Green Timbers Access Road (Google Map) where the north sidewalk is well removed from the highway and anyone using it would be unable to avoid any oncomers. I am always concerned that I will encounter somebody walking a large dog, and I would be virtually trapped.
So by reversing my route, I would be using the south sidewalk and facing oncoming traffic rather than have it coming from behind me. It has twice happened in the past 1 - 1½ years that a Good Samaritan at that late point in the night has stopped to give me an unwanted ride.
Concerning the elementary school playground, I did stop there on my return. Unfortunately, I had grown so stiffened from my walk, and my general sore joints and muscles as a result of my illness, that I could not even find it within me to perform a single pull-up ─ it felt as if something would rupture or tear.
Keep in mind that I am 74 years old. I need to exercise early into any sort of long walk whilst I am reasonably limber.
It was 4:40 a.m. by the time I was back home. And I think that I was back to bed by 6 a.m.
But morning for me was to begin ahead of 8:30 a.m.
Shortly after 9 a.m. when my brother and I got together for some morning T.V., I used our Android TV Box to first tune in a 27-minute (27:41) video at Dr. Peter McCullough's Substack ─ the title should make the topic apparent enough: Millions Injured or Dead Including Public Figures.
Dr. McCullough Searching for Answers on the American Moutsos Show
The doctor was being interviewed by a chap named Eric Moutsos.
Then I tuned in a video at Rumble's Stew Peters Network channel. I won't bother identifying which video ─ it was a poor choice. But rather than choose a different video there, I moved on to one that I had previously recorded last October 26 on BitChute's Adaneth channel ─ it had been added there on July 4, 2019, and was nearly an hour (58:59): Rise of the Clans | Brothers at War (Episode 2).
Episode 2: Neil follows the rise of Clan Stewart to become Scotland’s Royal dynasty. It’s the blood soaked tale of a bitter family feud. In a vicious contest, using clan power to plot, manoeuvre and murder their way to power, the story culminates with the dramatic assassination of King James I below a tennis court in Perth, 1437.
Neil traces this family feud through clan combat, royal romances and spectacular Renaissance courts to the brutal torture and execution of the last rival Stewart, Walter Atholl, when the king’s widowed Queen Joan wreaks a terrible revenge for his treachery.
We watched a number of other short videos, primarily on YouTube.
My brother was keeping me from a nap ─ one I wanted to get at before my wife was yet up. I had already eaten very early ─ right after my walk.
When he finally decided to "stretch out" at 12:40 p.m., I discovered that my wife was already in the bathroom to freshen up, so I hastily shut myself up into my bedroom.
Alas, I was not to get too very much of a nap.
This darned respiratory affliction is certainly bloody annoying. I just finished having five sneezes ─ an extremely rare feat for me. I have been considering getting out this evening to maybe see about buying a pair of boots, but I am unsure about visiting the mall where the store is.
Perhaps I will just have an evening walk so that I will not need to be rising for one overnight.
Following that early afternoon nap, I resorted to my nebulizer and some hydrogen peroxide, breathing the vapour for maybe as much as 20 minutes. Oddly, I did not seem to be getting very much vapour at all ─ maybe I need to change the filter.
Whatever the case, during that nebulization, my wife approached me as she was readying to leave for work (she had a latter afternoon start at the Thai restaurant), and beseeched that I give her $100 if I had it.
I yielded. At least in person I know that she is not partying ... or worse. I will not be so lenient for any transfer requests by text.
It is after 6:30 p.m., and I am feeling too feverish to head out on a walk without some bed rest first, so I am going to lie down. My brother left afoot just before I quit my early afternoon nap ─ he would be catching a bus to rendezvous with at least one of his drinking buddies at a pub, so there is no estimating when he might return.
This freaking sucks, for I will not have another opportunity to shop in person for boots until likely next Thursday ─ I was truly banking on this evening, the only day of the week that the store is open until 9 p.m.
I might as well quit this post, and update the evening's progress in tomorrow's blogging effort.
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