The Last of the Dinosaurs

It may not have been any later than 11:15 p.m. when I got to bed last evening. My younger brother had been home some while, but my wife had still not shown up after her full day working at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

As planned, my cellphone alarm got me up at 4 a.m. ─ I was actually awake and weary of trying to find more sleep, so I rose rather eagerly. Everyone ─ my wife included ─ were in their beds, although my eldest stepson was still in Tacoma.

As is so often the case, I never made it away on my grocery shopping hike before 6 a.m. ─ it may have been at least 6:15 a.m., so there was to be no token stop for any exercise at the nearby elementary school playground.

I decided to shop at the Save-On-Foods about ¾ of a mile from here, so I had a version of my usual five-mile+ walk, the only difference being that I took to the Salal Trail near 96th Avenue & 148th Street (Google Map), and followed it to where it exited at 100th Avenue & 148th Street ─ this allowed me to escape the heavily trafficked 148th Street along that stretch in its entirety.

I then turned down 100th Avenue and worked my way back to the store near King George Boulevard & Fraser Highway ─ 13630 George Junction (Google Map).

I had a fair load to tote home, so that was my exercise.

It must have been around 8:30 a.m. when I was back. No one was yet up, so I was soon enough back to bed to try for a nap.

When next I checked the time, it was a little past 10 a.m., and my younger brother was watching T.V.

It may have been around 10:20 a.m. when he surrendered the T.V. to me so that I could put our Android TV Box to work. My selection this time was an hour-long (1:05:12) video published two days ago to BitChute's ManInAmerica channel: Martin Armstrong: 2024 May Be the LAST ELECTION We Ever Have.

My brother and I find this Martin Armstrong to be very credible ─ we have seen him interviewed before. So what he had to say was of course rather unsettling.

Then it was over to an equally long (1:06:41) video uploaded November 4, 2023, to YouTube's FD Ancient History channel: The Last Day of the Dinosaurs | FD Ancient History.

Through cutting-edge CGI and stunning 3D environments, The Last Day of the Dinosaurs reveals a world tortured by a series of catastrophic events after a meteorite bigger than Mount Everest smashes into Central America, bringing about irreversible change. Dinosaurs caught in the forests of North America, the lost wilderness of Mongolia and the lush landscape of Mexico suffer a sequence of so-called ‘death mechanisms’ that together lead to the animals’ inevitable destruction and threaten the very existence of life on Earth.

This documentary harnesses the latest research from the world’s leading experts in presenting blow-by-blow revelations of what happened 65 million years ago. A planet-shaking impact that ‘rings the Earth like a bell’ triggers a fireball big enough to break through the atmosphere, followed by seismic waves deep enough to wrap around the globe. In a captivating account of the timetable of destruction, here is a portrayal of the red-hot cloud that grills animals on every continent, here’s a taste of the ‘nuclear winter’ that leads to a collapse in food chains and here is the A - Z explanation of why today there aren’t any dinosaurs in your back yard.

This was excellent! It was almost like watching a movie!

My brother followed the video with some bed rest. My wife had risen during the video, and shortly after it was done, left to do some shopping. I meantime had a small meal, and then sought a nap. By then it may have been around 1:30 p.m.

I rose maybe an hour later at most, and as often happens, I did not feel at all pleasant. My brother was gone, and my wife out on the backyard lawn.

It was to develop that she never had to work today. It is likely that I would have gotten in at least some sunning if she had gone to work, but I must say that I was not exactly broken up about not putting in the time.

Notwithstanding her presence as I type these words at 6:37 p.m., I do plan an evening walk ─ at least my usual five-mile+ route. I feel disinclined to do any further shopping ─ with my wife home, 'sprucing up' becomes complicated. I would rather just get dressed and my appearance in the deepest gloaming thereafter be hanged.

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Well, I felt in need of a beer, so I tuned in FBI: International ─ episode three ("Magpie") of season three. And I drank a can of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) during it.

Then I was unable to resist sampling the absolutely delicious supper my wife had prepared.

And now it is 8:46 p.m., and I must hasten to ready and be away on that darned walk so that I can sit up later watching T.V. with my brother (and having more beer) once we are both back here. He has yet to show up, having bused.