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Seldom do I make it to bed as early as 9:30 p.m. when I have an overnight five-mile+ walk planned, and that trend played out last evening. Sure, I got to bed ahead of 10 p.m., but I felt obliged to set my cellphone alarm for 1:45 a.m. instead of 1:30 a.m.

I was to find that my wife had dutifully come home after working the full day at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, and she was to bed. Only my youngest stepson remained up; but he, too, soon enough retired.

When I was about ready to leave, my fully clothed weight ─ sans jacket ─ was around 185 pounds. And it was 2:25 a.m. once I was outside and set to commence my walk.

I think that the three cans of brew I had drunk before bedtime were reducing my overall vigour.

It was no help that when I got to the elementary school playground three or so blocks from here to engage a half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, as I was passing by the front of the school to access the playground near the back of the school on its far (eastern) side, I perceived a human form seated in the dark at a picnic table near the school's main front doors.

Why the ℌ𝔢𝔩𝔩 are so many nights of late infested with these aimless 𝔟𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔡𝔰 who seem to have nothing else to do at that time of night but just aimlessly haunt the school grounds?

Thwarted, all I could do was continue on past the front of the school and avoid crossing over to the side that would lead me to the playground ─ I could not risk this prick curiously coming upon me as I exercised. Besides, it would also affect my concentration.

The night seemed unusually warm, and this began to sap what little vitality I had. I never developed any natural boost to my pace ─ in fact, I felt quite bagged early on.

There were more people abroad than usual, I was to find ─ even in isolated areas. For example, there were two or more people (one of whom was a woman) barely discernible in the gloom of Green Timbers Access Road (Google Map). I had been walking from the east (or right of the map) and detected their voices before being near enough to see them, nor they me; so I had crossed the avenue to pass by and avoid them.

After I had passed them by, I then followed the meandering sidewalk that shows as a blue line on the map, crossing the mouth of 144th Street (Google Map) to where the sidewalk seems to end at the corner of the very next roadway, only to see a solitary male figure sitting in the dark on a good-sized rock that is there.

I was sufficiently removed from him that there was no need for acknowledgement, so I continued on.

Then after leaving 100th Avenue and hiking south down unilluminated Quibble Creek Greenway (Google Map), I was on the approach to that spur that you can see which connects to 138-A Street when I detected a soft glow where the spur leaves the Greenway.

There was no way to detour around whomever was there ─ I would need to hike back up to 100th Avenue. So I just continued my course.

Again, it was dark, but it seemed to be a man and woman seated on the spur by a garbage can that is there, and talking to one another. I had no desire to socialize with anyone, so I just kept walking on by.

The woman then engaged in trilling / cooing sounds which probably were for her companion's benefit, but I heard them for some distance.

There were other people abroad in less peculiar areas.

Late into my walk I was shortcutting through the back of that same elementary school property, so I opted to try and exercise at the playground despite being at my lowest ebb.

It showed in the results, so I will not belabour them any further than to say that. Then advancing to the front of the school, I found that the earlier male figure had gone.

It was possibly 4:37 a.m. by the time I was back home ─ a very poor showing for overall time.

As I was spending time here thereafter at my bedside computer, around 5:30 a.m. my younger brother emerged from his bedroom and headed on downstairs, issuing me a good-morning as he passed by my bedroom.

This was most peculiar.

I returned to bed just ahead of 6 a.m., but I was to learn from him later that he slept miserably overnight; and after reading through the Saturday morning edition of the Vancouver Sun that I subscribe to, he watched some T.V. and then drove off to have a walk in Royal Kwantlen Park before doing some shopping at Walmart in Surrey Place (Central City). Walmart opens at 7 a.m.

I rose around 8:20 a.m., and he was not present. I had no idea what was up. His daughter is getting married sometime this month ─ could that have been today, and he had left to head on into Washington State where she and her fiancé live?

My wife had another full workday in store, so she rose around 9 a.m. to begin readying. Around 10 a.m. when she was about set to leave on her fairly long drive, we wondered together about my missing brother.

And then he suddenly entered through the front door, finally back from his local ventures.

By that time I had watched the first of the two latest videos at Rumble's A Warrior Calls channel. The video was 56 minutes in duration: The ONLY discussion the world must hear showing the solution to stop this evil.

Christopher James has an explosive discussion with Sean at SGT report.

I left out the bombast that filled the rest of the description.

The second longer video at 1½ hours was underway when my brother joined me: REPUGNANT RCMP/SPCA STEAL 43 GERMAN SHEPHERDS / POWERFUL SOLUTION SHOWN TO WORLD.

THE ENTIRE WORLD NEEDS TO SEE THIS NOW
THIS IS WHERE EVERYONE SEES POWERFUL TRUTH/SOLUTION
THE SOLUTION WILL SAVE OUR WORLD RIGHT NOW
COMMON LAW COURTS OUTSIDE OF THE CORRUPT MAGGOT BAR MEMBERS GETS IT DONE!
Dr. Monica of the Marcu family of 40 years holds 2 doctorates
RCMP/SPCA horrifically have attacked, kidnapped and almost killed her while stealing her entire family of German shepherds [property]
43 German Shepherds which she breeds and trains for 18 years taken
This was all done unlawfully this ONE case i expose the SOLUTION
The Solution STOPS evil world wide once people have correct conversation.

Everything the people need to see is shown right here in paperwork.
It is time these maggots acting for service corporations are held accountable

Corruption worldwide is occurring because POLICE are CORRUPT TO THE CORE/IGNORANT OF LAW

If our entire world would have the correct conversation we could stop all evil right now.
The no bars hold discussion everyone needs to watch.

The bombast was unavoidable with this video, since it all relates to the persecution that is being identified against Monica Marcu.

My brother only watched a little of the video with me, and then headed on upstairs for some bed rest.

This looked good for me ─ I was already wanting further sleep. My Sabbath fast keeps me feeling listless and weak. So at the conclusion of the video, I meant to retire to my bedroom.

The video ended; and I was just about to shut down the Android TV Box and the T.V., when my brother reappeared. He just will not allow himself to try and actually sleep, and can sometimes be quite annoying for it!

So now I was stuck, because he cannot operate our Android TV Box.

It was possibly not quite 11:30 a.m., so I opted to play something I had previously recorded onto a flash or thumb drive. As it happened, the next video on the drive was 49 minutes (49:38), and had originally been uploaded on October 23, 2020, to YouTube's Free Documentary - History channel: Hailstorms | Return of the Plagues | Free Documentary History.

Mostly on the edge of mountain ranges such as the Alps and the Rocky Mountains, hail and heavy rain have devastating effects today in conjunction with global warming: crops are destroyed, homes and cars are swept away, adding up to billions of dollars in damages. Thousands of people have already died as a result of floods, landslides and mudslides.
The documentary, Return of the Plagues, follows individual researchers in Germany, Austria, and Colorado who are trying to determine the conditions that cause these disasters, laying the groundwork for possibly controlling them in the future, or at least making more reliable predictions. Scientists study the dramatic sequence of events in a landslide or a flood, and they test man-made structures that are meant to withstand the enormous power of these mountains. In Styria, “hail pilots” fly small propeller aircraft into menacing thunderclouds, in order to manipulate the weather.

“… and the Lord sent thunder and hail, … and fire mingled with the hail,” reports the Old Testament. “And the hail smote … all that was in the field, both man and beast.” (Exodus 9:23–25)

The documentary was interesting enough, but the video and audio froze with maybe two minutes to go, even though the timer kept advancing until the feature had run itself out.

My brother seemed intent of still more entertainment, so I located and tuned in the full Olympic gold boxing match between Imane Khalef and Lang Liu.

No comment from me.

After that, my brother was finally ready to try for more bed rest.

And anon I was to bed for a needed nap. My brother rose and left for the day while I was abed.

There was no afternoon sunning for me, for this was a bath day. I finally took it on around 5:45 p.m. at latest. This gave me the opportunity for a fully naked weigh-in to see how my Sabbath fast was serving me ─ at very most, I may have been 177 pounds. But maybe only 176 pounds.

As my evening approached night and I considered myself at liberty to finally eat, I began watching 9-1-1: Lone Star ─ episode 13 ("Open") of season four.

Oh wow! I just researched who the attractive actress was playing the role of wealthy Kendra, Owen's latest love interest. To my surprise, I recognized the name ─ Michaela McManus. I had just researched that actress yesterday, curious as to who played the alien Krill woman Teleya on the episode of The Orville that my brother and I had watched Thursday evening. In that episode four ("Gently Falling Rain") of season three, Orville Captain Ed Mercer learns that his past sexual liaison with Teleya resulted in a daughter. 

Most impressive ─ Michaela's political speech as Teleya on her home world was exceptionally delivered! The woman can act.

Anyway, I was maybe 10 - 15 minutes into 9-1-1: Lone Star and my supper when I noticed that my younger brother was returning home, so I shut everything down and hightailed it up here to my bedroom.

I located the episode at this presently working link at Supernova.to, and it played flawlessly. So I had my supper and a can of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol).

The episode had its emotion. I especially appreciated the scene where character Grace begins to softly sing "Smile" to her comatose father laying in a hospital bed.

My favourite version of the song is Judy Garland's.

Enough of this dawdling!

I intend to rise at 4 a.m., and try to be away by 6 a.m. on a long grocery shopping hike ─ probably to Save-On-Foods in Fleetwood.

It is 11:14 p.m. at this moment, so I am going to publish this post and be to bed very, very soon.