Mortality

Following one stretch of the night where I had wakened and then managed some further sleep, a new period of wakefulness had me check the time: 4:25 a,m. My cellphone alarm had been set for 5 a.m., so I decided that this was perfectly adequate.

I decided that I would chance the walk over to the elementary school playground maybe three blocks away and exercise there instead of waiting until 7:30 a.m. when it would likely be light enough outside so that I could see in the backyard tool shed to exercise there.

In short order, I began to hear my wife talking in English to someone on her phone ─ I have no idea what that was all about. Who on Earth would she have needed to be in communication with at that hour? If she was speaking in Thai, then I would have assumed she was in touch with family back in Thailand, or maybe her sister who lives in Rome, Italy.

When she emerged from her bedroom and went into the bathroom, still talking to someone, I made my getaway.

I was to find it wet outside from recent rain, and it was still spitting a little. But I felt it to be inconsequential such that I would be able to wipe dry a jungle gym monkey bar for pull-ups and chin-ups and it would remain dry throughout.

Fortunately, the spitting died right down.

My performance was unspectacular, and my normal of late. That is, two sets of pull-ups (5-2), followed by two sets of chin-ups (3-3), and then two sets of pull-ups between a pair of gymnastics-style rings (2-2).

I returned to the monkey bars with the intention of doing a hang from there due to the excess elevation that a new layering of sawdust resulted in at the rings, but just as I was about to climb up to the bars, someone came cycling slowly from the rear of the school on one of those too-small BMX-type bicycles.

Whoever the idiot was, he slowly came directly over to the playground, forcing me to surrender further exercise. He asked the time (it was 5:03 a.m.), and then more quietly asked something like if I smoked, which I suspected was a proposition for me to buy some sort of dope.

I just said no, and kept on my way, most annoyed at the unwanted intrusion.

I came back home and went out to the backyard tool shed where I was just barely able to see to climb up to the very young child's slide ladder that I have stretched across some shed rafters, and I performed a hang there that was a faster 60-count than I think I wanted. but the main thumb joint of my right hand was painful and costing me my grip ─ too damned much keyboard activity here at this computer.

When I came back into the house, I entirely forgot to do a set of slow full-range push-ups on the kitchen linoleum floor, but maybe I wouldn't have done them anyway ─ my fool youngest stepson was still sitting up as he does almost every night. He generally sleeps all day and often doesn't rise until it is dark again in the latter afternoon.

Before I dressed down, I weighed myself fully clothed and still in my hikers and jacket: about 190 pounds.

I never returned to bed until maybe just past 7 a.m., but only for approximately an hour. I was no sooner up than my younger brother began stirring in his bedroom and soon emerged to go downstairs to watch T.V. news and drink coffee.

I waited until just after 9 a.m. before joining him.

Then at his invitation to put our Android TV Box to work, I led us off with a 19-minute (19:22) video published earlier today at Rumble's AKStraightSpeaks channel: We should thank Trump for Freeland quitting.

Freeland resigns and I think it's because her and Trudeau disagree on trump Tariff policy.

Anita was as amusingly entertaining as ever ─ I love that little gal!

Then I tuned in a 53-minute (53:48) video published two days ago to Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel: Interview 2 With John Richardson Jr. We Discuss M.A.H.A, Cover Ups, Metabolic Disease & More.

More info found in his father Dr.Richardson's vault. The cancer conundrum and more... *https://rncstore.com/odessa to buy the apricot seeds at a 10% discount. Use the international super saver option for shipping. To see the FULL episode about apricot seeds it is here: https://rumble.com/v5docdm-ronald-reagan-cured-his-cancer-with-this.-massive-coverup.-interview-with-j.html

Next we watched two old Videos uploaded to YouTube's Talasbuan channel:

• Off Grid Life | Don't wait to long before igniting your heap of branches (October 31, 2019) 23:42

Episode forty-nine, in which we're showing you our morning routine and burning the old piles of branches.

• Off Grid Life | The winter came (November 12, 2019) 24:02

Episode fifty, in which we're finishing up the new sheep pen and goes ice skating

And we finished with a 21-minute (21:41) video published November 18, 2020, to BitChute's bluedemon218 channel: 9/11 Unfolded (Compilation).

Actual Audio & Actual Footage. WARNING GRAPHIC. *Reminder* Most of Chapter Black is for Educational Purposes.

An early couple or so minutes of the video was painful to watch, for it was a compilation of different scenes of people leaping to their deaths from high, high up in the towers. I don't know how many different such victims were to be seen plummeting to their deaths.

Everybody involved in this atrocity do not deserve the opportunity of repentance before God. They only deserve destruction.

My brother missed the whole sequence of the people suiciding. Sometimes I think he is about as dense as anyone can be, choosing the most crucial times to get up and wander off on some unnecessary mission like getting a pair of socks upstairs, for example. I'm done with pausing videos for him, or rewinding so that he can see what he chose to miss.

He headed off for some bed rest after the video was done. I had a light meal, and then for a change had myself an unusually early bath. My brother meantime emerged from his bedroom to head away for a bus so that he could start his daily social drinking.

Not too long after my bath I finally pursued a needed nap. I may have been abed for a couple of hours, for the wet day was declining towards dark when I chose to rise. But that starts to occur around 3:30 p.m., for it's getting dark now around 4:30 p.m.

My wife had a full workday today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, so she rose this morning in the neighbourhood of 9:30 a.m. to begin readying, and was away no later than 10:10 a.m. on her fairly long drive.

I am going to risk my left foot's case of plantar fasciitis (or else some serious deep bruising) and undertake the four-mile round trip hike to the nearest government liquor store for two dozen cans of beer. It is going to be a late night of some drinking and the watching of a few of the T.V. series my brother and I follow in common. I was going to give my old late friend William's ladyfriend Sandy a phone call, but I have wasted too much time ─ the liquor store closes at 9 p.m., and I must not dare to push the pace or I will be for certain coming up lame.

I must begin to ready for the venture, so I shall here publish this post. It is 7:15 p.m.