Where Have All ...?

It had crept a few minutes beyond 9:30 p.m. last evening before I got to bed ─ well, maybe as much as a quarter hour ─ but I still settled on having my cellphone alarm at 1:30 a.m. to get me up to ready for a five-mile+ walk.

When that time arrived, I was to see that my youngest stepson was still up in the boys' den area downstairs.

I also realized soon enough that it was lightly raining, and seemed to be doing so in recurring fashion, for the rain would be audible on the carport roof outside my open bedroom window, then stop, then resume.

I had my weigh-in once fully clothed (sans jacket), registering 181 pounds at most. And by the time I had slipped away, it was 1:56 a.m. once I was beyond the newly locked front door.

The rain had ceased, but there were occasional specks. By the time I was approaching the elementary school where I normally stop at night for a half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups and a set of full-range decline push-up on a cement ramp, I decided to continue on by and risk stopping there on my return ─ I didn't want to have any soggy clothes at the start of my walk. Better that risk be taken when my walk was nigh done, even if I was likely going to be stiffened by then from the walk.

I had a note for Charles "Stickman" McCarthy that I was going to leave at our agreed-upon forested location that explained I had failed to get access to my computer and thus had not yet printed out the affidavit of identity information ─ I would try and have the information to leave there for him on my early Saturday wee a.m. walk.

Even so, I wore a hood for most of the walk just in case he was anywhere along my route ─ I do not appreciate being recognized by him and losing precious time because he's lonely and I am obliged to listen for some while to his bizarre fancies.

Maybe a third or more into my walk there was a flash of lightening some distance off, and then the rolling of thunder for probably at least 10 seconds.

After I was early into the second half of my walk, I was to be subjected to a relatively near flash of lightening illuminating a mass of clouds, and then again the lengthy rolling of thunder just as fairly heavy rain began.

Lightning flashed at least four more times as I walked, but it was more distant. My black denim jacket was getting distinctly damp.

The rain was only relatively serious for maybe a mile or little more of my walk, and by the time I was back at the school three or so blocks from home, the rain had long ceased and there were even dark streaks in the cloud cover indicating clear night sky.

I used a bandana to wipe a jungle gym monkey bar as dry as I could after I had doffed my very damp jacket, and then I gave a shot at a set of pull-ups. I actually felt rather limber, and might have been able to manage my maximum of late of eight pull-ups, but my grip was slowly loosening due to the damp bar and after I had finished six repetitions it was evident that I would probably fall away during an attempted seventh pull-up.

So I stopped, and then did two more sets of two pull-ups apiece before changing to two sets of three chin-ups apiece.

The gymnastics-style rings were of course wet, but I managed the usual two pull-ups in each of two sets, and I was reasonably comfortable holding the final pull-up for a 35-count.

And then I put in 14 full-range decline push-ups.

Honestly, despite the opening set of pull-ups and my failing grip, I felt very good about myself with this exercise stop.

And it was 3:59 a.m. once I was back home ─ quite good time considering I wore my inferior no-name AliExpress boots after shunning them for more than a month.

Still my youngest stepson was up.

I went directly to my bedroom and dressed down, then sat at this bedside computer to spend time. At some point my youngest stepson likely went to bed and his older brother rose for work ─ his usual day shift at Tree Island Steel commences at 6 a.m.

He seemed to leave as is usual when he has a day shift ... but late in the morning when I was watching T.V. with my younger brother, the lad returned home. He normally works 12-hour shifts, so I have no idea what was afoot.

Anyway, I returned to bed shortly before 6 a.m. following my walk, but I had lots of trouble sleeping. Finally after checking the time on my computer screen and seeing what I thought was 8:22 a.m., I rose and was soon back working here on this machine.

I got quite involved, and finally realized that a heck of a lot of time must have passed ─ an hour or more, it seemed. So I checked, but it was only something like 8:40 a.m.

And then I saw what had originally happened ─ I had looked at the date and not the time. Today is August 22 (8/22, NOT 8:22 a.m.).

So I have no idea now just when it was that I had risen, but it was definitely before 8 a.m.

My younger brother managed to emerge from his bedroom just barely ahead of 9 a.m. and thus appropriated the T.V. downstairs. I thus did not join him until maybe 9:15 a.m., and quickly enough got the green light to put our Android TV Box to work.

We were to watch four videos, beginning with a half hour (29:57) re-post published earlier today at Rumble's WTFLouie channel: Maria Zeee Weapons Expert Exposes Smart City Kill Box 21-Aug-2024.

With the announcement that Joe Biden is rushing through Digital ID in the U.S., weapons expert Mark Steele joins Maria Zeee on Infowars to expose the link between Digital ID, IoT, and the Smart City Kill Box.

Next was a nine-minute (9:27) video published yesterday to BitChute's Progressive Truth Seekers channel: What BRICS Just Announced Is Set To Transform The Entire Global Order - And It's Changing EVERYTHING.

The description for this one is much too long for me to care to reproduce, so use the link to read what's there for yourself if you are interested.

That video was followed by an 18-minute (18:19) upload yesterday to YouTube's Redacted channel: "Where have all the CHILDREN gone?" 300,000 MISSING in America!?!? | Redacted w Natali Morris.

A new report shows that the U.S. has lost close to 300,000 migrant children. Lost them! The report comes from the Department of Homeland Security Office of Inspector General and it admits that these children are at risk for trafficking, exploitation, or forced labor. In fact, when you look closely, the numbers are far worse than that.

We concluded with an hour-long (1:00:53) video streamed August 19 at Rumble's Healthy & Awake Podcast channel: Pandemic Déjà Vu w/ Dr. Peter McCullough [Ep. 51]. 

In this groundbreaking episode of the Healthy and Awake Podcast, host Mike Vera welcomes back Dr. Peter McCullough, a highly accomplished cardiologist, internist, and epidemiologist. They dive deep into the latest on COVID-19, discussing early treatment strategies, the impact of vaccines, and emerging health issues like bird flu and monkeypox. Dr. McCullough shares his insights on recent announcements from the World Health Organization and elaborates on the unsettling trend of increased censorship on social media platforms. Additionally, they explore the alarming rise of 'turbo cancers', the ethical and health implications of new biotech products, and what steps individuals can take if they have already received these injections. The episode also touches on the broader socio-political landscape, including the upcoming elections, the role of academic institutions during the pandemic, and the perplexing rise of the transgender healthcare crisis.

And that was it for morning T.V.

My brother never got much rest before heading out on errands. He returned for bed rest while I was having my early afternoon nap once I had eaten a meal. As often, I felt rather unpleasant following the nap.

Around mid-afternoon my brother headed off afoot to do some drinking.

The day has been overcast, and I did notice a wee bit of rain on the backyard sundeck railing following my nap. There was a rare indication of genuine sunlight as well.

With an evening five-mile+ walk planned ─ and this being a bath day, which required honouring ─ early into the evening following a bath, I chose to watch some T.V. so that I could justify a can each of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) and Bumper Crop cider (7% alcohol).

My choice was DC's Legends of Tomorrow ─ episode five ("It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad Scientist") of finale season seven. I'm sure gonna miss this series ─ or at least, that which I have come to love as its latter incarnation! It is one of my favourite shows, and I love the entire cast. I wish that there was some sort of spin-off.

Regardless, I decided that the likely best way of forfending an overly heavy meal just ahead of my much later bedtime was to have something sustaining now, so I slapped a big quantity of natural peanut butter onto a slice of plain multigrain bread and ate that.

Come bedtime, I hope that I limit myself to just a few fruits and yogourt. My wife may well be showing up after being absent since she left for work Tuesday.

I already have lined up that which I intend to be watching later this evening with my brother once we are both home, and I intend a couple further beers over that time.

It is now 8:27 p.m., so I must ready and be on my way. That bread and peanut butter will ─ I hope ─ buffer some of the effect of the alcohol already ingested.

May Charles and I not coincide!