💀☠💀☠💀☠ Worse Than What You See

Despite sleeping very poorly beforehand, I rose at 1:29 a.m. and cancelled my cellphone alarm set for 1:30 a.m. before it had a chance to chime.

I feared the worst due to my ill sleep, but I seemed to normalize. No one else was up.

By the time I was set to leave on my five-mile+ walk, my weight sans jacket was possibly 184 pounds; and it was 2:04 a.m. once I was outside the newly locked front door and on my way into the chilly, rather damp night.

I fully intended to stop in at the elementary school playground three or so blocks from here for my usual exercise session, but some massive jerk was seated in the dark at a picnic table near the school front doors, so I just continued on by. I think that it was probably the overweight fellow I sometimes see sitting outside the school property on some streetside cement steps or even on the low decorative log fence that runs along that spot.

I don't know what this guy's attraction is for loitering around there in the early a.m., but he's clearly not a homeless street person with the amount of excess body weight he's managed to pile on over the years.

Anyway, I had to hope that I would have the energy for exercising when I was returning home and cutting through the back property of the school as I generally do for a shortcut.

There is nothing eventful about the rest of the walk that I can recall, apart from once seeing a skunk.

At my return to the back of the school, I did my best to loosen up after being stiffened from the walk, but it was a waste of time. Upon wiping dry the jungle gym monkey bar I would be using, I was ridiculously stiff in the pull-ups that are the first feature of my exercises ─ two sets normally.

I fared so poorly that instead of the usual two sets, I put in four sets by way of compensation, followed by the usual two sets of chin-ups and then two sets of pull-ups between a pair of gymnastics-style rings ─ so: 4-2-2-2-3-3-2-2.

I held the final pull-up at highest elevation on the rings for a strenuous 40-count before heading over to the cement ramp for a gruelling 14 full-range decline push-ups, finding myself profaning from the strain at the finish.

Then I discovered that my bandana had disappeared from my back pocket, so I had to go back to the rings to seek it out, using my flashlight.

Despite this extra time, it was only 4:05 a.m. once I was back outside the locked front door ─ the outing had only taken me one minute over two hours.

I always spend time here at my bedside computer before returning to bed, and it was looking like I might be getting back to bed especially early.

Alas, that was my gateway to dissolution. It had to have been at least 6:30 a.m. before I was seeking further sleep ... and for all I know, maybe even 7 a.m.

Yet I still managed to be starting my morning around 8:30 a.m.

My younger brother was already downstairs watching T.V., but I didn't join him until something like 7:10 a.m.

He proved quick enough to invite me to put our Android TV Box into action, so I led us off with a 36-minute (36:14) documentary published yesterday at Dr. William Makis's Substack: VIDEO - Heiko Sepp Full Movie - "My biggest Battle" - COVID-19 Vaccine Injured Norwegian Extreme Triathlete.

Join Heiko Sepp, Norway's extreme triathlete, on a harrowing journey from heart inflammation to autoimmune disease

After that I tuned in the three most recent relatively short videos that were all published today at BitChute's TheSearch4Truth channel:

• The FBI Announced The Existence Of A Network Of Cybercriminals And Child Predators Called COM (23:11)
• "THE WORLD HOLDS ITS BREATH AS WE ARE ON THE BRINK OF WW3!" THEY WANT TO MAKE SURE YOU PICK A SIDE! (15:53)
• Helene Recovery Is Worse Then What You See (8:24)

Yesterday we did not quite finish a long video, so I tuned it back in ─ I had previously downloaded it onto a thumb or flash drive. At 1¼ hours (1:15:22), it had been published March 29, 2022, at Rumble's America's Untold Stories channel: Twentieth Century Terror Attack.

We all remember 9-11 as the worst terrorist attack in US history but it was not the first. We explore another oft forgotten attack that shook our nation to its core.

The final video we got into also had to be suspended due to my brother's need of bed rest, so its description will have to await our completion of its viewing.

By the way, early this a.m. I found that my brother had left me his monthly expenses reconciliation cheque, so at some point in the near future I will be depositing it into an ATM.

We had a lot of early morning sunshine, but the day was to become primarily overcast with some rare weak sightings of the Sun's rays.

My wife did not have to work until the latter afternoon, so she left here on her fairly long drive to the Thai restaurant well past 3 p.m. When I had sought my early afternoon nap, she had just emerged from her bedroom and gone into the bathroom.

My nap was not as long as I seem to have needed, and it ended rather peculiarly. Short though it may have been, it was at least deep. I awoke with a bit of a start, believing that it was the morning, and that I had recently checked the time and found it to be a little too early to be rising.

But at awaking, it now seemed to me that surely it must be approaching 8:30 a.m., so I hustled right up, lifting the towel covering my computer screen and somehow believing that it was only around 7:15 a.m.

That improbability served to snap me back to reality, and I understood then that the morning had long passed and it was the afternoon. So maybe the time was actually something like 1:45 p.m. and my bad vision misread the time at the bottom right of my computer screen.

I want to make the four-mile hike to the nearest government liquor store this evening and thereby stock up on two dozen cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol), so I would like to leave as soon after 7:30 p.m. as I can ─ it ought to be dark by then. The store closes at 9 p.m., but I do not want to have to rush. I will have challenge enough walking the 20 pounds of beer (i.e., two dozen cans) the two miles back to home.

I will be sitting up late this evening with my brother once we are both back home (he bused away to drink at Green Timbers Pub) watching some T.V. via our Android TV Box and having at least a couple of beers.

But right now it is nearly 5 p.m., so I am going to take a break and try for another nap ─ I feel markedly underslept right now. If I have a little more to say, I will add to this post. Otherwise, I reckon this is it!

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I did nap some, and was away on my hike by 7:30 p.m. Only my youngest stepson was home at the time, and unaware of my departure.

The trip was uneventful, and I got my 20 pounds of beer home securely, gaining some obvious all-around exercise in the process, since not once did I set down the 10 pounds of beer being carried in each hand's tote bag.

I have just finished dressing down upstairs in my bedroom ... my brother is likely still passed out, just as he was when I came into the house.

It is presently 9:29 p.m., so I might as well figure out what shows to line up for us, and head on downstairs with three cans of beer.

I here confess that I had forgotten that I did not yet publish this post, so this addendum was unplanned.