Sellouts

Although I found myself awake and rose considerably before my 1:30 a.m. cellphone alarm last night, I never got on my way on my five-mile+ hike until 2:40 a.m. ─ I had gotten too involved with Facebook, and particularly one post I responded to that required some research.

My fully clothed weight was 191 pounds.

My eldest stepson was still up, so I had to sneak away as best I could, for my outings are a private matter to me.

The night was cool ─ not a dozen degrees above freezing; and there were clear stretches in the somewhat lightly clouded sky.

Fortunately, I found the equipment to be perfectly dry when I got to the elementary school playground three or so blocks from here.

My first four sets ─ two each of pull-ups and then chin-ups ─ were typical of late for repetitions: 5-2-3-2. But the final two sets of pull-ups on a pair of gymnastics-style rings were a poor approximation of two repetitions apiece, and my 20-count hold of the final pull-up found me inexorably slowly descending.

As well, I was scarcely able to eke out a dozen slow, full-range decline push-ups on a cement ramp.

This was all rather disconcerting. Why am I not becoming stronger instead of seeming to have more difficulty matching past performance?

My walk was to be a reversal of my usual five-mile+ walk, for I had my brother's monthly expenses reconciliation cheque to deposit ─ $323.82, so not exactly negligible. I do not feel comfortable about going directly to the ATM too soon into the early hours after midnight, for the area is a hangout for street people. But towards the end of the night as on the return leg of my walk, most of these people have crashed somewhere and are unlikely to still be haunting the area.

I am happy to report that my lower left leg and foot did not go lame on me.

By the time I got to the ATM area maybe just over ¾ of a mile from home, the sky was already grey with light cloud cover ─ the black and darker hues of night were gone.

I made the deposit, and was back home at 4:46 a.m., by which time it was light enough to be able to read a printed page outside.

It was probably approaching 6:15 a.m. by the time I had returned to bed. I was not to force myself back out of bed until around 8:50 a.m., by which time my brother was watching T.V.

I joined him around 9:10 a.m.; and upon getting his invitation to put our Android TV Box into action, I led us off with Odessa Orlewicz's very informative hour-long (1:08:40) interview yesterday of James Roguski: Clarity/Accuracy About What DID/DIDN'T Just Happen With IHR. Last Half Important To Hear.

"Clarity And Accuracy About What Just Did & Did NOT Happen With The IHR Amendments. The Last Half Of Show Is Important. All Of The Outdated Nefarious Details Matter To Humanity BUT Keeping Up Was/Will Keep People Factual With Reporting."

I was one of those believing that total loss of sovereignty had set in with the acceptance of those amendments. This interview at least leaves me feeling much more hopeful.

We were to only watch one further video. At 1½ hours (1:30:36), it had been published June 4 at BitChute's The Last American Vagabond channel: Derrick Broze Interview - The Summit Of The Future & The Shell Game Of Authoritarian Control.

Joining me today is TLAV writer Derrick Broze, here to discuss the Summit Of The Future, why this is important, and how it might be an alternative pathway for the Pandemic Accord, that is far more subtle and surreptitious, while we are being told it has stalled. We also discuss his recent article on Bethany Christian Services and some alarming reports from parents who have utilized their services, as well as a couple of Derrick's interactions at the Libertarian Convention that highlight some important truths.

All Video Source Links Can Be Found Here At The Last American Vagabond: https://www.thelastamericanvagabond.com/derrick-broze-interview-6-1-24

The video became progressively more interesting as it wore on, so I am glad that I resisted my initial consideration of just shutting it down.

My brother sought his bed rest thereafter. My meal kept me from mine until after he had emerged from his bedroom and left to bus away to rendezvous with one or more of his drinking buddies at a pub.

My nap was not as lengthy as I might have liked, but I came forth to find that my wife had meantime come home. She had not done so yesterday. However, she was to work the latter part of today, so she left here around 3:30 p.m. on her fairly long drive.

The day has been a typical blend of Sun and cloud, although sunshine has prevailed the latter afternoon.

I have designs on undergoing an evening walk, so I am thinking to make Save-On-Foods in Fleetwood my destination ─ primarily to buy a half dozen cans of Bumper Crop Crisp Apple Cider (7% alcohol). Likely I would get eggs as well. Nothing else comes to mind. There is a branch of my financial institution next to the store, so I might as well withdraw $200 of the cheque I deposited this early a.m.

Since Save-On-Foods closes at 10 p.m., I want to try and be away by 8:30 p.m. at latest, for it takes just over an hour to walk there at a sensible pace ─ I do not wish to bring on my left leg's lameness.

Anyway, in anticipation of that venture, I chose to 'uplift' with some drink and watch an episode of 9-1-1: Lone Star ─ episode 10 ("Sellouts") of season four. Since the Westward-facing living room window basically had the T.V. washed out and useless for ambience and story involvement, I watched the episode here at my bedside computer in my darkened bedroom.

And I put away a can each of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) and the cider.

For anyone interested, I watched the episode at this link at M4uHD.net.

It is now approaching 7:30 p.m., so I am going to rest my eyes a while and then ready and be on my way on that walk. Depending upon my route, it may be as much as a 5.677-mile round trip stroll.