💀☠💀☠💀☠ To Fall Yet Again

How am I this damned corrupted?

Last evening I had my five-mile+ walk, but I did not do any grocery shopping ─ a man dog-walking deprived me of a comfortable margin of time for that errand.

I had been hiking alongside 96th Avenue with the intention of turning onto Green Timbers Way (Google Map) when I espied the pair coming towards me ─ possibly having come from Green Timbers Way.

The good-sized dog seemed leashed, but I am not trusting of largish dogs, especially at night. So to avoid the oncomers, I tuned right onto Willow Trail and headed into Green Timbers Urban Forest. I did not plan to walk too deep ─ just far enough so that I could watch from the dark trail until the dog and its owner had continued on their way.

But lo! They turned onto the same trail I was on, forcing me to continue deeper into the forest.

I did not take the sharp turn of Willow Trail, instead following along Birch Trail to where you can probably notice a small spur to the left connecting with Huckleberry Trail. I went over to Huckleberry Trail, and then backtracked along it to desired Green Timbers Way.

But the time it took to travel that unintended detour effectively exhausted my leisure shopping time. The store closes at 10 p.m., and at best I might have managed to get there with 15 minutes to spare. I was not interesting in feeling harried about the shopping, so I abandoned the project.

My younger brother was home and watching T.V. when I got back here.

After I dressed down and soon enough joined him with what were to be three cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol), at his invitation I set our Android into play and tuned in an episode of Yellowstone ─ episode four ("Going Back to Cali") of season three.

That was followed by the excellent 1923 ─ episode four ("War and the Turquoise Tide") of season one.

And we finished with an episode of Doc Martin ─ episode three ("Perish Together as Fools") of season four.

My brother sensibly retired to his bedroom for the night ─ probably well before 1 a.m. But I was to sit up until after 4 a.m. in my dissolute hell.

I hardly felt very well slept when I rose this morning ahead of 8:30 a.m.

My brother and I then began to watch T.V. together around 9:15 a.m. ─ again, via our Android TV Box.

Primarily, we watched the 1¾-hour (1:43:48) livestream of March 7 to Rumble's Vaccine Safety Research Foundation channel: VSRF Live #117: Covid Litigation Conference II Update.

On this Thursday’s VSRF LIVE, Steve will be hosting live from the Second Annual Covid Litigation Conference in Las Vegas, Nevada.

The Covid Litigation Conference is the premier legal event where experienced lawyers in the Covid space come together to connect and to get educated about this burgeoning legal landscape. There are potentially MILLIONS of Covid litigation cases waiting to be brought forward involving the illegal Covid vaccine mandates and the wrongful terminations that occurred as a result of them across the US in 2021 and 2022. Steve will be interviewing some of the most recognized and experienced attorneys in the field currently, including Robert Barnes, Warner Mendenhall, Tricia Lindsey and many more.

And wrongful termination lawsuits are just the tip of the iceberg when it comes to the myriad COVID related illegal and fraudulent activities we have all been subject to for nearly 4 years. This is surely the beginning of a massive wave of justice that will sweep over the US, ensuring our leaders know to never again attempt this kind of fraud and injustice on the American Public!

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My brother very temporarily left around 10:10 a.m. to pick up his girlfriend Bev and drive her to work, and was absent about 20 minutes. I had the video suspended, and took the opportunity for some exercise out in the backyard tool shed.

Anyway, after the above video, I tuned in a movie that I had previously recorded, but we never had time to watch all of it, so I will report on it once we finish with it.

My brother had his short bed rest, and left for the day before I had yet sought my early afternoon nap this wet day. I was fortunate to have the house to myself, so I was able to launder freely.

Unfortunately for my late old friend William's ladyfriend Sandy, I never had the time in the late afternoon or early evening to call her. This was a bath day for one thing (I only bathe every fourth day, so it is rather extended); but I also was involved in E-mail communication with my Edmonton cousin Doug concerning burial complications arising with his recently deceased sister Linda.

And there is always this blog, as well as my private blog.

It may not be until next Monday that I will be able to find the time for Sandy.

I have an overnight five-mile+ walk planned that will see me rising at 1:30 a.m. to ready for, so I shall not be sitting up much later ─ it is already after 9 p.m.