Thinning the Herd

That affliction ─ a cold or some such ─ that I mentioned noticing late into either Friday or Saturday (I think Saturday) morning is still with me, despite having taken thus far five or so hits of three drops of an ivermectin solution.

There seems to be some associated muscle and joint pain or sensitivity, apart from the accelerated mucous production. My throat had begun to feel as if it might be getting sore, but now it only has that rather annoying 'tickle' that occasionally leads to a cough.

Anyway, I had my 5.972-mile round trip hike to Fleetwood's Save-On-Foods last evening, only experiencing any wetting rain when I was nearly halfway home. The intensity did not last, fortunately.

I got back to find my younger brother watching T.V. And when I joined him a little past 11 p.m. and soon enough got his okay to activate our Android TV Box, I led us off with an episode of Chicago P.D. ─ episode five ("Pink Cloud") of season 10.

The episode ended inconclusively, as if it was to be a two-parter, and we were willing to watch that episode as well. However, the Stremio app I was using appeared to have an entirely unrelated description involving the Atwater character.

I now see by Wikipedia's write-up that the next episode does indeed carry on with the second part of the story we had watched, but I don't feel too bad for not knowing because apparently so does the episode after that!

Thus, I can wait.

Incidentally, the probable villain ─ just as I suspected, but my brother was doubtful ─ was played by actor Jefferson White of the Yellowstone series. The young man was considerably scrawnier than he seems on Yellowstone as character "Jimmy".

The next show we watched was Bosch ─ "Chapter Eight: High Low" of season one.

Thereafter my brother only felt he should sit up for a sitcom because he had an important 10 a.m. telephone call scheduled for this morning, so I tuned in America's Ghosts ─ episode six ("The Baby Bjorn") of season two.

Prior to my walk I had drunk a can each of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) and Bumper Crop Crisp Apple cider (7% alcohol) that I was still feeling effects of by the time I was back home. Then over the evening I drank two further cans of Cariboo Malt and one of Cariboo Genuine draft beer (5.5% alcohol).

Consequently, I do not know if it was the alcohol indulgence, or my probable fever ─ or both ─ but I do not recall when I went to bed, nor even the act of going to bed. Once, just ahead of dawn, I rose to use the toilet and to take some ivermectin in the mostly dark, so I might have had four drops.

Whatever the case, I felt 'none too good' at rising this morning ─ I think that it was nearing 9:30 a.m.

Due to his phone call, we were to only watch two videos, beginning with Odessa Orlewicz's 40-minute video published yesterday to Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel: OZEMPIC- Thinning The Herd FULL EPISODE.

Move over mRNA... We now have Ozempic. This is the full episode version. The America government would like to put around 70% of its population on it, and the tax payer gets to fund the trillions in cost. Find out about the short and long term dangers, the lawsuits piling up already, and the honest doctors screaming from the rooftops not to do this.

Then we watched a little more of the nearly three-hour Joe Rogan interview of Donald Trump ─ our second sitting. I'm unsure if we are halfway through it yet, and I have already decided that I like the man so much that I wish I knew the guy.

Yet because of the T.V. series The Apprentice, I used to despise him!

During our morning T.V., my wife had texted me to ask if it was okay that she withdrew $50 from the money she had just repaid me ─ she was grocery shopping, and was to be coming home to prepare a supper.

I'm okay with that ─ I cannot bear her abuse of me for hundreds and hundreds of dollars at one go for whatever contrived emergencies she finds herself in!

She did finally get home just before my brother finished his bed rest following our T.V. together, and was about to head away on foot for a bus to go drinking.

Well past 2 p.m. I could no longer delay my needed early afternoon nap, so I alerted my wife as she worked in the kitchen ─ if she had to work later, I had no idea.

It may have been around 3:30 p.m. when I quit my naptime, finding my wife still here. Apparently she had today off work.

She was to prepare a feast!

But before I indulged, I chose to watch a T.V. show here on my bedside computer ─ FBI: Most Wanted. Specifically, it was episode 10 ("False Flag") of season four. During it I was to drink a can each of Cariboo Malt and Cariboo Genuine, plus a stiff shot of Captain Morgan dark rum.

I very much enjoyed the episode, but I detest the subliminal indoctrination used to characterize "antivaxxers" as potentially mentally ill dangers to society.

The episode involved an insane woman who refused to believe that her young daughter had been killed by another mentally ill idiot who mass-murdered the group the young girl was with.

Instead, the looney mother chose to believe that her daughter's death was faked, and the American government was using her and other supposedly killed kids to stage fake slaughters in the States and elsewhere in the world.

So in her demented search, she was to murder two men who interfered with her demands for answers.

I have no tolerance for mentally ill murderers. More than do sane killers, I believe that unhinged mentally ill murderers need to be put down like the dangerous mad dogs that they are.

I wanted her dead, but of course she was taken alive. And the impression was left that she was so far gone that she was never going to understand that her young daughter was truly dead.

And that she was a ruthless killer for no reason except her own feeble-minded madness.

By the way, I had watched the episode at this M4uHD.net link, and it played perfectly, although not very loud.

But back to some reality.

Around 4 p.m. it began raining hard, and this probably lasted until nigh dark. I am hoping that I am not going to have a third consecutive early five-mile+ a.m. walk bereft of an opportunity to have exercising at the elementary school playground three or so blocks from here.

My bedtime is nearly upon me if I want to be rising at 1:30 a.m. to ready for that outing. It hasn't sounded to be raining for some while, so maybe I will be spared.

I must finish this post by declaring that my wife's supper was most ample and nourishing ─ I do not feel overfed, so likely all will be well when I next rise.

Good night!