What Is Really Going On?

Just as I was shutting down my three usual browsers and the various tabs open in each ─ it was already well past 9:30 p.m., which had been my targeted bed time ─ my younger brother came hauling his drunken carcass up the stairs from where he had been watching T.V. in the living room.

He wanted me to show him the Find a Doctor BC website for the Surrey area so that he could see what sort of opportunities there might be for his girlfriend Bev to be seen concerning her extremely high blood pressure and the medication prescription renewal I guess she requires.

It was probably around 10 p.m. before I got to bed, my cellphone alarm set for 1:30 a.m. to get me up to ready for my intended five-mile+ walk.

Despite the shrinkage in my allowed bed time, I still failed to sleep all the way through once I got to sleep. I was to find myself awake and in serious need of micturition ─ it was 12:27 a.m. when I checked the time.

I got that taken care of and despite the narrow period remaining for any sleep, I managed to obtain a deep torpid state that may have been actual sleep ere my alarm chimed, pulling me from it.

By this time my wife was home from working at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, for I could see that the hallway light outside my bedroom door was on. And oddly, I was again feeling some desperation for urination.

Fortunately, she was probably into her bedroom for the night after maybe 10 minutes, so I was able to get relief then. There is always the concern that one of my stepsons will first appropriate the bathroom.

I got dressed for my outing, and then returned to the bathroom to weigh myself fully attired for the walk ─ sans jacket: I was hitting the 184-pound mark, and that was discouraging. It meant that I was ... well, bloated with fluid retention.

It was 2:04 a.m. once I was outside the locked front door and set to be away, no one aware of my going.

The night air is certainly cooler now, and seemingly dewy. The moon looked practically full ─ maybe it was, with just a hint of shading at its top left from my perspective.

When I got to the elementary school three or so blocks away, I noticed some idiot seated at a picnic table a short ways from the main school doorway, but I continued on to the near back of the school to its older kids' playground for some exercise.

It took some doing using a bandana and then my doffed jacket to wipe a jungle gym monkey bar dry for two sets each of pull-ups and chin-ups, not knowing what to expect, what with both my bit of fluid retention and general discouragement over my life's state.

It took my all, but I managed to hit my recent personal best highs that are my current norm when I am able to exercise without a restricting jacket: 8-3-3-3. The pull-ups are the first two sets.

I had a longer break than the usual 30-count before tackling the nearby gymnastics-style rings, for I took extra time putting on the slim gloves I wanted to wear for handling the slickly wet hard plastic-coated rings, but even so it was a struggle eking out a pair of pull-ups in each of the two sets; and when I attempted to hold the very last pull-up at peak elevation for a 40-count, I lost heart and failed at the count of 30.

I consoled myself with the realization that only a few months ago I was only holding for a 15-count, so failing to attain 40 was not really a failure.

And although it took a monstrous effort, I held on and managed 14 full-range decline push-ups on the nearby cement ramp.

I admittedly did feel better once I was on my way again and began recovering from all of the effort.

There seemed to be less sparse street traffic than is usual. I have nothing unusual to report about the walk, except twice coming across couples out walking late in the night, whether street people or whatever else. But I was envious of the guy in each case, for his female companion looked darned good to this lonely old soul who has lacked activity companionship of the female variety for just about his entire life.

It was 4:06 a.m. once I was back home and outside the locked front door, so taking just over two minutes above two hours is not so bad in view of the time lost drying off that jungle gym monkey bar ─ that took a minute or more.

I was not to get back to bed until just about 6 a.m., and I was up again ahead of 8:30 a.m. ─ my younger brother was watching T.V. by then.

I did not join him until shortly past 9 a.m. And when he surrendered the T.V. to me, I used our Android TV Box to tune in two videos, the first of which was short (5:35) and was published earlier today at Rumble's ProgressiveTruthSeekers channel: Approaching A Year Of GENOCIDE.

I was not impressed in the least by the guy's sermonizing, so I am not going to reproduce any of its description.

The second video was unexpectedly interesting despite its length (2:23:01). It had been published two days ago to Rumble's Maryann Gebauer channel: Riley Waggaman | What is really going on in Russia?

Riley Waggaman is an American journalist living in Russia for over a decade. He provides an explosive account of Putin, the war in Ukraine, the Russian oligarchy, Russia’s response to Covid, the Sputnik vaccine rollout, the digital ruble, surveillance, NATO, and BRICS. He comments on Putin’s ties to WEF, Tucker’s interview with Putin, Telegram and its CEO Durov’s arrest, Edward Snowden, Nord Stream, political dissent and free speech. Waggaman wrote for several publications including Russia Today (RT), but when Covid began, his freedom as a journalist ended. Follow Riley Waggaman on Substack ⁠Edward Slavsquat⁠ or on Telegram @edwardslavsquat

⁠https://www.maryanngebauer.com

They truly did cover a heck of a lot of ground in this interview. And I see that I have the chap's name listed in my blog's "labels", but I do not recall ever watching him before. I like the guy.

Note that my wife had a full workday scheduled, so she rose around 9:40 a.m. and managed to be away on her fairly long drive by maybe 10:10 a.m.

After my brother had his bed rest following our morning T.V., I was still at work here at my bedside computer when he took his leave for the day, heading out afoot to catch a bus and ensue his drinking somewhere.

The day remained solidly overcast, something I did not expect. So I never pursued my needed nap until maybe around 2:30 p.m.

I finished and published a post at my hosted website Thai-Iceland ─ the post had been in progress for three days or so, I believe: Case of an Hydrocephalus Internus, successfully treated by Mercury.

It is the first post I have made at that website since New Year's Eve 2022!

Now, without referring to yesterday's blog post here, I believe that I may have been misconceived that today would be the final chance for my wife to replace $500 of the mortgage payment that is due to be debited from my account on Thursday ─ somehow I may have thought that today was going to be Wednesday.

Well, I realized the truth during my overnight walk, so that helped ease some of my stress. It can return tomorrow.

I have another five-mile+ walk planned for this evening that I will likely embark upon once it becomes dark enough. Then once I am back, I will sit up and watch a show or two on T.V. with my brother once both of us are back home. This will of course involve a couple of cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol).

Those two drinks will add to the one I have now had whilst watching The Flash ─ episode six ("Impulsive Excessive Disorder") of season eight.

I loved this episode! And that's because it did not feature the title character nor his team at Star Labs. Rather, it centred entirely around the two young adults who are his future grown-up children ─ Nora and Bart.

What a hoot this episode was!

And Jessica Parker Kennedy as Nora was absolutely delicious ─ all of The Flash gals have such gorgeous physiques, in fact. It's hard to believe that the Nora actress will turn 40 on October 4 ─ not a month away.

Should you be interested, I watched the episode on this computer, and it played flawlessly at this link at Supernova.to.

Okay, it's 8:21 p.m. ─ I must hasten and ready for my hike and get on my way. See you tomorrow ... most likely!