Targeted Individuals

I do not believe that I indicated whether or not I enjoyed the Christmas movie Sharing Christmas that I wrote about watching early last evening. I definitely did enjoy it ─ very much. The central Christmas shop helped make the movie feel exceptionally Christmassy, which is what I particularly like.

I also wanted to mention that the movie was unusual in that the male and female lead characters were never to have the usual Christmas movie misunderstanding threatening to make their relationship a bust ─ that Christmas movie trope can get most tiresome.

But I suffered for having consumed three cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) and one of Bumper Crop cider (7% alcohol) in the space of a Christmas movie not quite 1½ hours long ─ and also having a supper.

I am supposing that I may not have gotten to bed too far past 9:30 p.m., for I left my cellphone alarm set for 1:30 a.m. to get me up to ready for a five-mile+ walk. Yet due to the effects of the alcohol and the burden of my supper, when that time arrived, I felt at death's door ─ my well-being was in devastation.

Getting up to ready for a walk was unthinkable.

Instead, I reset the alarm for 2:30 a.m. to give me another hour in which maybe I might recover enough to confront the ordeal.

I likely managed a bit further sleep, but miserable as I felt, I did check the time around 2:21 a.m. and forced a rally that was to get me up from bed.

I still felt awful, but I dutifully began the readying.

No one else was up, fortunately; and my wife had not come home, so I did not have to fret about her ever bursting forth from her bedroom to use the bathroom.

Once fully dressed, sans jacket I might possibly have been a sliver below 185 pounds. And once I was outside the locked front door, it was 2:46 a.m. as I was set to begin my walk under a clear night sky. The claim online had been that the temperature was below 10º Celsius (50º Fahrenheit). No doubt single-digit night temperatures are about to become commonplace.

By the time I was approaching the elementary school three or so blocks distant, I still could not countenance the stress of exercising, so I never made that stop. I figured to do the walk and then stop in on my return, hoping that by then I would have recovered sufficiently that exercising was feasible.

I recall nothing eventful about the walk thereafter. And it did allow me to recover such that I felt relatively normal.

By the time I got back to the school and its playground, the equipment was wet with dew, so I needed to wipe dry a jungle gym monkey bar for the two sets each of pull-ups and chin-ups I would be using it for,

I don't know how I did it ─ sheer determination, and a lot of heaving and some kicking; but I managed my recent peak in the first set of pull-ups of eight repetitions, and then two in the second set.

I hit the usual three chin-ups in each of the next two sets.

And then on the gymnastics-style rings, I managed the usual two pull-ups in each of those two sets, and I held the final pull-up at peak height for a 35-count.

I even managed to extract 14 full-range decline push-ups on the nearby cement ramp.

All of this was unthinkable at the beginning of my walk. To have tried might have been the finish for this 74-year-old.

I now do not know what I am going to do about further Christmas movies, except to maybe try and watch any considerably earlier in order to give the alcohol time to burn off before bedtime. Also, I mustn't be supping just ahead of bedtime either, for it also dehydrates the body and adversely affects sleep. In combination, they can be devastating.

It was 4:52 a.m. once I was back home ─ so, about six minutes over two hours. Not great, but I've done far worse.

I was back to bed ahead of 6 a.m.

I next checked the time just ahead of 8 a.m., but was not inclined to rise quite yet. When I next checked thereafter, it was just past 9 a.m., so that was when I rose.

My brother had not yet emerged from his bedroom, but I opted to watch T.V. regardless. Employing our Android TV Box, I first watched a 12-minute (12:57) video published yesterday at the Substack of Dr. William Makis: VIDEO - CHD (Unvaccinated Richard Tormanen survived 123 days in 4 different hospitals) July 2024.

Then I was early into a nearly 1¾-hour (1:43:57) Odessa Orlewicz video published two days ago: CIA & DARPA Whistleblower & Security Expert Admit They Target Certain Individuals To Test The Internet Of Living Things On Their Brains. They Will Roll This Mind Control Out On A Mass Scale When Needed.

"CIA & DARPA Whisteblower & Security Expert Discuss How They've Been Targeting Individuals Amongst Us (Without Permission) To Test Out The "Internet Of Living Things" On Our Brains... Which They Plan On Rolling Out Eventually On A Mass Scale To Control Us." ...This tech is destroying victims lives as they are used as lab rats unknowingly. Scientists also admit on stage they have this technology and a company on the news admits they use their tech to kill people. I show a wide variety of videos and screenshots.

Although that video ended ere 11:30 a.m., already my brother was set for some bed rest.

I 'dallied' a time here at my bedside computer, eventually closing my bedroom door. Anon it seemed to me that I could hear my brother moving about.

Shortening what would otherwise be a longer tale than I feel necessary, I had a nap, and then was here again at my computer when I heard my brother come back into the house. His van was already here, so it made little sense that he would have bused somewhere and then already returned home, so I enquired of him the reason for his presence.

It seems that he had indeed been out, but he had been driven by my eldest stepson. The reason for that was that the ignition interlock device installed in my brother's van two Saturdays ago would not allow him to start it ─ even though he had not been drinking since last night. He attempted twice to start it.

Each failure is apparently logged by the device, and my brother has previously said that there is a $48 fine for every failure.

I would be outraged if I had something like this happen to me.

At any rate, he had been expected by one of his drinking buddies to help out with the transport of a ladder, but thus far he had been unable to bring his van for that service. The guy had just recently phoned him again, so my brother said that he was to call the chap back, but he wanted first to try his van one further time.

Well, this time it started, so he left on the drive without further ado.

That was probably just ahead of 3 p.m., and he never returned this afternoon, so he must be somewhere keeping sober ─ he would not dare even having a sissy beer after his earlier van troubles.

The day seemed to be perfectly sunny, but it was a bath day ─ I do not have free enough time to sun, blog, and bathe. I can only hope that tomorrow is equally sunny, and that I feel up to doing any sunning.

Following my bath which stretched into the earliest evening, my brother returned home. Apparently due to an accident on whatever bridge he had to cross to get home, it took him nearly 1½ hours.

And now he deems it not worth going anywhere to socialize, so the T.V. is on at 6:40 p.m. and his first can of beer cracked open.

I will not be joining him until I have an evening walk ─ the plan is to make the round trip hike to the Green Timbers Liquor Store after I withdraw some money. I might possibly hit some other private liquor store, however. In either case, I will not be leaving on that venture until it is dark enough ─ so maybe 8:30 p.m. or soon after.

Right now, I am going to lie down for a spell. I was so 'burned out' from last evening's supper that I never ate today until something like 4:23 p.m. That smallish meal and then a bath have drained me.

In fact, I might as well close this post, for it will be too late to report on anything after I have my walk, for I will be thereafter watching some T.V. and indulging in at least a couple of cans of Cariboo Malt.

It is presently 7 p.m.