Night and Day

My younger brother seemed to be the first to arrive home yesterday in the latter evening, forcing me to sequester into my bedroom and then to retire soon thereafter. But before I had quite managed to be into bed, it sounded as if both my eldest stepson and his mother had also arrived home ─ she following a full day working at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

My cellphone alarm was set for 4 a.m., and I seemed to get in some decent sleep. But I was awake again enough to be curious about the time at 3 a.m., and I nearly opted to rise then. But I decided to give one further shot at sleeping, and darned if my alarm was not to pull me from unconsciousness.

Oddly, I did not feel well slept by then.

Nevertheless, a powerful pair of heaping teaspoonsful of instant coffee made my mug of hot beverage most bracing, and by 6 a.m. I was all set to be on my way to the Save-On-Foods at Fleetwood as written of in yesterday's post.

As expected, it did not take much over an hour to arrive there despite walking reasonably leisurely beneath overcast skies.

I got my shopping done, and even bought a bottle of wine. I had let my friendly Francophone cashier know something of the distance I was walking, and she questioned why I didn't attend the Save-On-Foods nearer home? So I of course answered that it did not sell wine ─ this surprised her, which in turn surprised me that she would not realize that fact.

I had a heavier load than I initially realized, for with about half the trip left to walk back, I was already feeling the strain.

But it was all good exercise for me ─ I require it.

My younger brother was just emerging from his bedroom when I got into the house. It was only 8:30 a.m., and the Sunday morning edition of The Province that I subscribe to had not been delivered. This meant that the T.V. was going to get turned on, and I was not to have any bed rest.

That newspaper was delivered last Sunday, but only after I had lodged a complaint about the carrier not having delivered the paper the two Sundays before that.

Apparently making last Sunday's delivery was exhausting, and so we were skipped once more.

Perhaps I will just cancel the subscription ─ we shall see.

Anyway, I led off my brother and I with a 41-minute (41:45) video published yesterday at Rumble's AKStraightSpeaks channel: Producer of Covid Collateral on your brain, Fauci, Leslie Caron and Sting!

Vanessa Dylyn is an Emmy nominee and Canadian screen award winning producer, whose latest work is a documentary called, "Covid Collateral". We talked about her very interesting past work as well, working with "Gigi" star Leslie Caron and musician, Sting.

https://covidcollateral.com/

Then I tuned in what has become Christopher James Pritchard's weekly Thursday output at Rumble, and which had been published this past Friday at his A Warrior Calls channel: Zionist Chaos Worldwide / We Must Stop This Evil!

May 2nd 2024 Live Stream
We drill down on the Zionists Causing Death and Destruction World Wide
Christopher James shows how Zionist Lobbyists have control of USA
The People must wake up the clock is ticking
Once again the solution is shown to access a public courthouse correctly
Outside of the Corrupt BAR a criminal organization
Common Law Courts are the Global Solution

And then we finished up with two old Talasbuan video posts at their YouTube channel.

The first was 15 minutes (15:51), and had been uploaded on March 31, 2019: Off Grid Life | Rejected Lambs.

Episode thirty-three in witch we get new lambs, and Mathias has been on a very good internship.

And the second was 22 minutes (22:21), and had been uploaded April 18, 2019: Off Grid Life | Air dried meat.

Episode thirty-four, in which we're air drying meat and feeds bottle lambs

My brother thereafter sought some lengthy bed rest, whereas I had my day's first meal and still hadn't pursued a needed nap until just after 2:30 p.m. by which time my brother had left for the day to socialize.

As for my wife, she had another full day scheduled for work, so she rose around 9:30 a.m. and was away by maybe 10:15 a.m. She's still making no effort at communication with me than I feel obliged to do wit her. So it is quite possible that she will not return home tonight, unless she has to work tomorrow. She spends her free days somewhere in Vancouver.

It began lightly raining late into the morning. I have a 5.625-mile round trip hike to Real Canadian Superstore planned for later this evening, so I hope we're not in for anything intensely wet.

Now, the nitty-gritty.

I have drunk two cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) while watching an episode of Chesapeake Shores, and I am feeling the darned stuff.

It was episode three ("Night and Day") of what is apparently the final sixth season. I really do like this series ─ it is comforting.

Right now it is working towards 8:45 p.m., so I am going to ready myself and get on my way to the Superstore. Only my eldest stepson is home.

By the way, during that episode it struck me that a never-healing smallish scabrous sore on my right cheekbone that I have had for a decade or more that sometimes almost heals ... may be skin cancer.

Did this never occur to me before? Perhaps I ought to have it looked at sometime relatively soon.

I'll do some sunning first, but that is not apparently going to be anytime too soon.