💀☠💀☠💀☠ Straighten Up

The time was around 9:23 p.m. last evening when I left my bedroom and headed for the outdoors and my 5.625-mile round trip grocery shopping hike to Real Canadian Superstore, finding the sky deliciously overcast and thus bringing some earlier darkness than would have otherwise been the case.

And throughout the entire uneventful walk in both directions, I occasionally felt a very fine speck or two of rain.

I got back home to find my younger brother of course watching T.V.

Once I had put things away, dressed myself down, and then joined him, it was midnight when he turned the T.V. over to me so that I could activate our Android TV Box, but he cautioned that he only had it in him to watch one show.

I selected The Outpost ─ episode nine ("There Will Be a Reckoning") of season two.

True to his word, that was essentially it for my brother. However, I was determined to sit and watch random YouTube Udon Thani nightlife videos via the SmartTube app while I drank a second can of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol), bringing my total for the entire evening to three such cans and one of Bumper Crop Crisp Apple Cider (7% alcohol); also, I had a final smallish meal and then brushed my teeth.

I got further delayed from bed when at my bedside computer I became caught up in what was for me an especially difficult game of Microsoft FreeCell that I may have spent as much as a half hour or more seeking to resolve.

Frankly, the darned game may have taken me an hour to crack. I just remember that it was around 3:30 a.m. before I finally got into bed.

My wife was still not home from work at the Thai restaurant that employs her part-time, but her bedroom door was closed when I rose this morning at 8:50 a.m.

My brother was already up and watching T.V.

It was finally raining, and was to do so pretty much for the day, although it has only ever been a very fine, light rain that hardly seems to be penetrating far into the ground (I dug a bit of a hole in the front yard garden plot to properly plant some manner of large flower bulb around mid-afternoon, and the earth below the surface was only vaguely damp and still light-coloured).

When I joined my brother for some T.V., we were to watch two enjoyable-enough videos via our Android TV Box.

First was an hour-long video streamed July 24 at Rumble's childrenshealthdefense channel: DNA Contamination and VAERS Data.

After years of researching mRNA injections and documenting adverse events, we are just scratching the surface of corruption in the marketing, manufacturing and militarizing of the COVID shots. Scientists, doctors, journalists, elected officials, parents, and students — people from all walks of life, of all ages and with differing levels of education – are joining the fight to find out what was pushed on the public, who was behind it, and its impact on public health, both now and into the future. Watch this episode of “Good Morning CHD” with host Jessica Rose, Ph.D. and her guest Rebekah Barnett to find out more.

I like both of these ladies, so I enjoyed their meandering ramble. As well, Rebekah somewhat reminds me of actress Uma Thurman, so she's good to look at with my ageing eyes.

The second video was 48 minutes, and was actually a Bloomberg documentary, but this source was published November 19, 2023, to Rumble's TheWarAgainstYou channel: The Forever Chemical Scandal. Global Contamination of All Life. Especially Humans 11-8-2023.

IN REALITY MOST OF THE TOXIC AND HARMFUL CHEMICALS USED BIG INDUSTRY NOT ONLY IGNORED THE HARM CAUSED-
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BUT IN MOST CASES INTENTIONALLY USED THEM AS A MEANS OF LIMITING LIFESPANS AND AS A EUGENICS - STERILITY ATTACK AGAINST THE GLOBAL POPULATION
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THIS IS ALL PART OF THE SILENT WEAPONS FOR QUIET WAR AGENDA
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RoundUp was Never an Accident, but an Intentional Biological Weapon used as an Attack Against the Global Population...
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PFAS chemicals are used in thousands of products aimed at making life easier. But the chemicals are now almost everywhere, including in human blood, and are being linked to severe health problems.
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Correction Note: At 37:45, this video incorrectly identifies the year Minnesota's ban on PFAS in food packaging will begin. The ban takes effect in 2024.

My brother pursued some bed rest after this, and I had a meal before seeking a short nap. He was gone for the day when I rose.

My wife of course rose late, and bravely tackled a sink load of dirty dishes left for her by her two adult sons.

I was delighted that my monthly pension income was directly deposited today into our joint chequing account ─ more than I have yet received, for it was well in excess of $2,900.

Despite my numerous debt expenses I have that are all attributable to my weakness in the past to standing up to my avaricious wife, I felt most hopeful. Maybe this next month I could even buy a pair of high-quality hiking boots.

So I transferred $2,900 of the deposit out of that account into my personal account that my wife cannot access.

But before she was to leave for work around 3:15 p.m., she came to me ─ clearly cognizant that money had come ─ and implored that I transfer her $700 to send to her mother in Thailand.

She already owes me $1,400 from the past couple of months that she has been remiss in repaying anything towards ─ I have been promised $500, which would be all I would ever likely get back.

And now she has guilted me into extending her a further $700, promising that when next she is paid, she will reimburse me $500 ─ not towards any of the previous recent debt, but just this one.

So now I realize that the $1,400 is a total write-off, and now I will be lucky to even get back $500 of the $700 she got from me today.

Why the Hell does she work? It's costing me a bloody fortune! If she was unemployed and grounded like me, wholly unable to socialize and having to remain housebound like I am, I would save so damned much money.

At one point in the late afternoon, it actually poured rain briefly.

Early into the evening I ventured downstairs to watch some T.V. so that I could have a couple of cans of Cariboo Malt ─ I needed the mood-numb.

I tuned in Chesapeake Shores ─ episode six ("Straighten Up and Fly Right") of season six. It sort of helped, dealing to quite a degree with addiction as it did.

I also found myself quite impressed with actress Emilie Ullerup ─ not just her expressions, but even her voice at times seemed absolutely natural.

This is a bath day for me, so it is useful that I was not confronted with choosing not to sun in the afternoon. However, I did not bathe until after watching Chesapeake Shores and drinking the two beers. I had not even supped as yet.

But I do not feel the worse for it as my bedtime approaches.

I hope to be rising as early as 1:30 a.m. overnight to begin readying for a five-mile+ walk, so bedtime shall not be much longer as I type these words at 8:58 p.m.