When I left here last evening on my five-mile+ walk, it was spraying a very fine rain. However, at least half of the central portion of my walk was rain-free. Then when I was about 1½ miles from returning home, a somewhat heavier rain resumed.
I intended some grocery shopping at Save-On-Foods approximately a mile from home; by the time I was at least a block from reaching that store, the rain intensified such that it was stingingly cold ─ clearly, it was nearing a hail.
Then under a half block from the store, it was pelting nothing but what must have been snow pellets. They were collecting on my jacket and my bundled tote bag and gloves. I was littered with the things by the time I got into the store.
I got my shopping done, and then had to face quite a heavy, cold rain that contained snow; and before I was home, it was primarily snow and beginning to collect on some surfaces.
My brother was home and watching T.V.
By the time I put away my purchases and then dressed down in my bedroom, and finally joined him, the ground outside was already whitened, for it was strictly snowing by then.
I don't know if it ever did stop before we both retired for the night well into the a.m.
My brother did not dally in turning the T.V. over to me so that I could begin operating our Android TV Box, so I led us off with an episode of Riverdale ─ episode 13 ("Chapter Seventy: The Ides of March") of season four.
After that came an episode of The Outpost ─ season two's episode four ("Regarding the Matter of Garret Spears").
And just now in researching strongman Magnus Samuelsson from that series, I have discovered that there was a fifth season of The Last Kingdom ─ as well as a series concluding movie ─ that I will have to soon line up for my brother and I to watch.
The last show we were to watch last night ─ before a few random YouTube videos via the SmartTube app that I have downloaded into our Android TV Box ─ was an episode of The Graham Norton Show. Specifically, episode 17 of series or season 31.
I was a little surprised to find that one of the guests ─ Michael Sheen ─ played the serial-killer father on the T.V. series that I watch, Prodigal Son.
I only drank two further cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) to add to the one I put down prior to my walk.
I never sleep in at all well when I sit up late, and this morning was not any exception.
When my brother and I got together a little past 9 a.m. for some videos via our Android TV Box, I led us off with the hour-long (1:00:16) effort of Odessa Orlewicz from yesterday: DARPA Creating Self Spreading (Airborne) Vaccines And More.
Biolabs/DARPA are no longer hiding this fact. This is their big idea for what's just around the corner as their mRna injectables vaccine agenda is failing. Canada's Policy Horizons says we should stop making assumptions about what it means to be human and Mosquitoes in America all of a sudden have a "rare, deadly virus" after Bill Gates dicks around with mosquitoes in the US.
Damn, but I wish that Odessa would just shut up when she plays videos during her shows. She can yap before and after they play out. I almost closed the video down because of how annoying she was ─ and I like the woman! But it's the same as having somebody who will not shut up when you are trying to focus on a movie ─ that person's constant interruptions ruin the whole thing. I can think for myself ─ I do not require every little thought that pops into her head to be unleashed upon me as if I am mentally disabled.
The next video I selected was 10 minutes (10:19), and had been added early today to Rumble's Sunfellow On COVID-19 channel: Capitol Hill: Expert Panel Exposes The Covid Cartel (Highlights From The Highwire).
Please refer to the video link to see its description ─ it is far too long and contains too many links for me to care to reproduce here.
The third and final video was 38 minutes (38:49), and had also been added early today ─ this time to BitChute's Progressive Truth Seekers channel: George Galloway's EPIC Victory.
The description to this one is also longer than I care to reproduce, so please refer to the video link to check out for yourself what it concerns.
It was only around 11:30 a.m. at its conclusion, but my brother was already set for some bed rest. This allowed me an early start of my day's first meal.
Even so, by midway though the noon hour, my brother was all set to take off for the day to socialize.
Even by then, the inch or more of snow that we acquired overnight was fast melting away, for we were having a fairly sunny, mild day.
My brother had left this morning around 10:10 a.m. to pick up his girlfriend Bev and drive her to work, affording me about 20 minutes in which to have some exercising out in the backyard tool shed. I took a couple of photos of the backyard to record our unusual March falling of snow, but I have no plans to transfer the photos to my computer anytime soon.
I am considering another fairly early evening walk that would probably see me buy a further dozen cans of Cariboo Malt ─ last week the total bill was $20.27, but it was rounded down to $20.25 (pennies have been discontinued as circulating currency since 2012; I had no idea that it has been that long ─ I was going to suggest that it has only been two or three years).
With the onset of my evening, my tiredness began manifesting in the direction of discouragement and despair. I actually tuned in an episode of Katy Keene ─ episode two ("Chapter Two: You Can't Hurry Love"). And darned if the episode did not strike home like the premiere episode decidedly did not.
Of course, I had myself a can of Cariboo Malt and followed that with a shot of Kraken Black Spiced Rum (47% alcohol). My blues were that bad ─ my eyes had even burned during the show.
I've got to get out of here ─ it's too late to buy beer anywhere intended ─ they close at 9 p.m., and it is already approaching 8 p.m. with nowhere nearer than two miles and I have not even begun to get dressed ─ so I think that I will just have an exploratory walk into new terrain for future value or reference.
I am not dry on beer as yet ─ I have several days' supply. I just want to kick back later, watch some shows with my brother, and have a couple of more cans following a cathartic walk.
It really sucks growing old ─ especially as a septuagenarian of 74 years.
An update as 9:30 p.m. approaches.
My resolve broke, and I remained home. I can only hope to be rising at 1:30 a.m. to ready for one of my early a.m. walks.
So ... maybe tomorrow evening will find me of sterner stuff.
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