💀☠💀☠💀☠ The Big Dimwit

It required a couple bouts of jogging along the stretch of forested Fraser Highway between 140th and 148th Streets (Google Map) last evening, but I managed to make it to the Fleetwood government liquor store comfortably before its 10 p.m. closure and bought 1½ dozen cans of Cariboo Malt to walk back home with.

I had left home just past 8:30 p.m., if I am remembering correctly; and I estimate the distance to the liquor store close by 152nd Street & Fraser Highway (Google Map) to have been something over three miles.

As I was returning home, I had a second experience with what must be a beaver in a deep pooling of water almost immediately by the sidewalk. This time I was prepared, so the terrific splash did not shock me anywhere near what the first time did around 3 a.m. several days back.

I have not seen the animal, but I cannot imagine what else would be creating a splash equivalent to a head-sized boulder being thrown into the water ─ which seems to have far too much debris of sticks massed there to be a natural accumulation.

All I will say of its location is that it is near the intersection of 148th Street (Google Map).

I never dreamed that toting nine cans of beer home in each hand would become such a gruelling undertaking ─ I longed to be able to stop and recover, but I was keen on getting home to watch some late evening T.V. with my younger brother whom I correctly expected would be home.

Next time I make this trip, I will bring along my backpack and leave it hidden in the woods. Toting nine cans in each hand better than a half mile to its hiding place would not be a challenge anything like bearing the beer over three miles proved to be.

I drank three cans last night before finally getting to bed around 3 a.m. by which time my brother had long since finished watching T.V. ─ I think that he sought his bedroom for the night no later than 1:45 a.m.

Thanks to our Android TV Box, we watched another episode of The Avengers from its season or series two: "The Big Thinker".

Then we watched the so-far series final episode of Big Little Lies ─ episode seven ("I Want to Know") of season two.

The final show we watched together was an episode of the American Ghosts ─ episode three ("Jay's Friends") of season two.

Concerning that evening walk, I made the trip exclusively under the food energy supplied by a small Hallowe'en-sized candy bar, for other than that just before I left home, I had consumed no calories since starting a Sabbath fast just ahead of dark Friday evening.

I was most pleased with myself.

I felt pretty rough this morning, though, awake well before 8 a.m. but holding off rising until 8:15 a.m. My brother was considerably later. I know that eating the late supper that I had last night was a major contributor to my morning malaise.

When we got together for some T.V. well into the latter morning, I again put our Android TV Box to work and led us off with a video exceeding an hour (1:08:17) and published March 13 to BitChute's TheCrowhouse channel ─ The Game Continues - Their Prize Is Your Soul.

Refer to the video link for the eclectic references that solely comprise the video's description.

Thereafter was a 45-minute (45:40) video published September 14, 2020, to BitChute's bluedemon218 channel ─ Body Farm.

Seven such facilities exist across the United States, from the sub-tropical environment in Florida (USF-FORT) to Northern Michigan. The research facility operated by Texas State University at Freeman Ranch is the largest at 26 acres. Similar facilities are also operational in Australia and Canada.

The aim was to gain a better understanding of the decomposition process, permitting the development of techniques for extracting information such as the timing and circumstances of death from human remains. Body farm research is of particular interest in forensic anthropology and related disciplines, and has applications in the fields of law enforcement and forensic science. By placing the bodies outside to face the elements, researchers are able to get a better understanding of the decomposition process.

My brother sensibly sought some bed rest before leaving this exceptionally sunny day to have a bit of a walk and then to socialize, but after I had eaten, I engaged iniquity and did not finally lie down until after 3:30 p.m.

Of course it was quite short-lived ─ I have too much to do.

I want to get out on some sort of walk this evening, and it is nearly 7:30 p.m. now, so I am going to stop blogging and publish this.