Although last evening's precise bedtime does escape me, I suspect that it was after 10 p.m. As I feared, however, I was not to sleep and remain abed until 4 a.m. ─ I don't believe that I set my alarm, but that was likely when I would have chosen.
I had found myself quite awake at one point, but did manage a further short bout of sleep. When I roused from that and felt suspiciously awake again, I checked the time, and found it to be something like 3:25 a.m.
So I chose to rise then, accepting the penalty of having likely gotten to bed earlier than was prudent in view of not having any plans to go anywhere due to my left foot's plantar fasciitis (or else a very deep bruising) that prevents me from long or regular walks.
I suppose that it was around 7 a.m. that I decided to watch a video ─ the 1½-hour (1:33:26) offering published two days ago to Rumble's A Warrior Calls channel: ENEMY IN YOUR FACE CANADIANS & AMERICANS WAKE UP OR YOU ARE FINISHED!
I don't believe that I watched quite half of it, for I felt it prudent to seek a little more bed rest, gaining maybe an hour there.
Note that before I had begun watching the video, my younger brother emerged from his bedroom and went downstairs, but only for a few minutes. He then returned to his bedroom. Apart from his crippling sore ribs on his right side ─ a result of a drunken fall over a Jersey barrier in the dark alleyway beside our home one evening a couple weeks ago ─ he has a heavily congested cold that has him dreading having to cough. Both issues adversely affect his sleep.
One evening after he had come home and I was shut up in my bedroom because I had no intention of sitting up late and drinking with him, I was perversely gleeful when one of his sneezing fits took hold. These are a condition peculiar to him alone in which he will roar forth a ridiculously loud sneeze, and then have another follow maybe 15 seconds later; and this will carry on for as many as 15 and even more sneezes ─ each as unnaturally loud as the other.
So the whole disruptive process can endure for three or more minutes, and is aggravating as Hell when I am with him and trying to watch a show on T.V. I start to take the recurring roaring outbursts personally, as if he is being deliberately rude.
Thus the glee I experienced each time I heard him lamenting wordlessly from the agony that one of these sneezes brought unto his painful ribs. Comeuppance, I thought.
But returning to this morning, after some bed rest I went downstairs ─ not too much ahead of my brother, coming forth again from his bedroom ─ and resumed watching the video.
Christopher James Pritchard is absolutely correct about so much of what is taking place here in Canada, but he is far off or even wrong about so much else. I purposely did not reproduce his video description because he says nothing about the show ─ each show he produces has an interchangeable description composed of naught but sheer hyperbole.
The next video we were to watch was 48 minutes (48:47) and had been uploaded September 14, 2016, to YouTube's Real Stories channel: Dying To Be Apart (Conjoined Twins Documentary) | Real Stories.
In 2003 the world held its breath as two remarkable twins, conjoined at the head since birth, went through a pioneering surgical separation. Ladan and Laleh Bijani didn't survive the procedure, but Dying to Be Apart talks exclusively to the key players in the remarkable drama that ended in their tragic deaths.
I had not read the description, but both my brother and I had the same dreadful sense of what was impending. Even so, it was an excellent documentary. The poor twins needed to die as they did if medical science was not yet advanced enough to successfully separate them, for life was only going to become more and more hellish for them. After all, as was said, what if one of them were to become disabled and unable to walk? Or become blind?
And what happens when one day one is to die attached to the other? How gruesome would that be?
No, it was better that they die under deep sedation without ever being aware ... if that was indeed their fate.
When that video finished, we watched the last 20 or so minutes of one we had broken from a morning or two ago. At 1⅓ hours (1:21:00), it had been published April 15, 2022, to Rumble's America's Untold Stories channel: Who is Ruth Paine? How was she involved with Lee Harvey Oswald and JFK?
Ruth Paine was a friend of Marina Oswald, wife of Lee Harvey Oswald, who was living with her at the time of the JFK assassination. According to four government investigations, Lee Harvey Oswald stored the 6.5 mm caliber Carcano rifle that he used to assassinate U.S. President John F. Kennedy in Ruth Paine's garage, unbeknownst to her and her husband, Michael Paine.
This is the "official" story but is there more to her involvement?
After that came a 7½-minute (7:38) video uploaded November 18, 2020, to YouTube's The Why Files channel: Why doesn't the US use Metric? Pirates. Yes, pirates.
Alas, I had downloaded this video onto a flash or thumb drive, and for whatever reason the video ended with roughly a third of the video to go, so I don't know how it turned out. I don't feel like finding out, either ─ I'm just not that interested.
My brother still was not showing any inclination to pursue further bed rest, so I tuned in something more in line with evening fare ─ The Graham Norton Show. This time it was current season or series 32's episode five.
My brother then retired back to his bedroom. I had a quick light meal and then was to bed for a nap.
My wife ─ who had come home at some point last evening after I had gone to bed ─ never had to work today. This was unexpected by me, but that's okay. She didn't get up until during my nap.
Around 5:00 p.m. she left to go to Guildford, and I was to get a call from her around 6:15 p.m. asking me if my Public Service Health Care Plan covers her for either an optometrist or ophthalmologist (I forget which), so she wanted me to find out. I now do sort of have that information, but I need to have a surer idea on just what sort of expense help she is interested in ─ she didn't explain what it was she was hoping would be covered.
Apparently she was with some friend of hers, so I do not expect her back too soon, although the shopping centre closes at 7 p.m. on Sundays.
I want to get out and perform some needed grocery shopping, so I am going to bring this post to a close and research just what I will be buying. Likely I will only go to the nearest Save-On-Foods about ¾ of a mile away ─ I am reluctant to test my sore left foot on the 5.625-mile round trip hike to Real Canadian Superstore.
Anyway, it is presently 6:40 p.m. Later this evening I will be sitting up late with my brother once we are both back home, watching our shows and drinking some beer. It will be a late night.
And now my wife is home ─ she showed up a little after 6:30 p.m. It was an eye exam she was interested in learning about. My plan covers her for 80% of the cost.
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