A Bit of Snow

No, George Washington never said that.

But on with today's post. I intend to make it rather short because my wife showed up around 5:50 p.m., so I am no longer entirely at liberty. At least I had just finished a lengthy bath a few minutes before.

Anyway, after retiring fairly early last evening with my cellphone alarm set for 5 a.m., I was to find myself awake at 4 a.m., so I chose to rise then. I was of a mind to undertake around 6 a.m. the 5.625-mile round trip hike to Real Canadian Superstore.

It was not to be.

Oh, I did walk maybe a block, but I lacked the spirit to tackle the full trek. I have been laying off from such walks for far too long, and now they seem almost daunting.

Besides, from sometime since I first rose, it had begun to snow. When I left home there was maybe a quarter-inch blanket of the stuff ─ and it was a dry snow due to the cold. Each step I took sounded as if I was walking on bubble wrap ─ there was some sort of frozen crust beneath the snow layer. 

So I decided to wait and soon after 7:45 a.m. make the hike to No Frills maybe four blocks away.

And that I did.

The snow did suspend, but it began anew while I was coming back home, and the stuff collected heavily upon my heavy jacket and my two tote bags.

I was not to get any bed rest afterwards. My eldest stepson had left earlier for his 12-hour 6 a.m. shift at Tree Island Steel; his younger brother had been up all night and only went to bed once his brother had gotten up. But they had naught to do with why I got no bed rest ─ I just didn't quite peter out enough to feel like getting back to bed.

My younger brother rose just ahead of 9 a.m., so after he turned on the T.V. I soon enough joined him because I wanted us to watch some of our usual morning fare.

However, he had on a Sunday morning Global Vancouver News programme that was only recycling the same two or three news stories and the same weather reports an equal number of times in the half hour.

I became so angry with the idiot for staring at the show as if each item was brand new to his damaged brain that I left in anger and came upstairs to my bedroom to watch a video on my bedside computer. By then it was nearing 9:30 a.m.

Evidently he recognized his error, and after I was just over six minutes into a video, he came upstairs and invited me to use our Android TV Box to put something on T.V.

The video I had begun watching was nearly 2½ hours (2:27:41), so I tuned that in. It had originally been streamed on January 23 to Rumble's Vaccine Safety Research Foundation channel: VSRF Live #161: DNA Contamination and the Cancer Connection.

This week on VSRF LIVE we are honored to be joined by Dr. Angus Dalgleish, a prominent professor of oncology at St. George's University of London, and Dr. William Makis, renowned Canadian physician and cancer researcher.

In this much anticipated discussion, Steve, Dr. Dalgleish and Dr. Makis will explore the controversial topic of the possible connection between DNA contamination identified in the Pfizer COVID-19 vaccine and the alarming rise in cancer rates, particularly in young people. Dr. Dalgleish, known for his critical stance on vaccine safety, will discuss his concerns about the potential long-term effects of DNA contamination on human cells. Additionally, Dr. Makis will update us on the ongoing success he is witnessing in his practice using Ivermectin, alongside other new modalities, in the treatment of cancer. The discussion is set to raise important questions regarding vaccine safety, public health policy, and the unexplained surge in cancer diagnoses post-vaccination.

I was somewhat surprised that my brother sat through the full video, but we are both big fans of Dr. Makis.

He then returned to his bedroom for some rest, whereas I had a meal. When he emerged from his bedroom anew, it was to go outside and shovel our wide driveway ─ by this time there was probably only an inch or a little more of snow, so it was no forbidding task.

Then when done, he quickly readied and headed away on foot to catch a bus to bear him away to commence his daily social drinking.

A while after, I finally had a nap.

We never did get more than a dusting further of snow.

Had I not had a bath scheduled for today, I would have tackled a little exercising here in the house. A bath usually depletes me, but it also eats up a big chunk of my free day.

When early this morning I thought that I was going to make the long hike to Real Canadian Superstore, I had transferred $200 from my private account over to my joint account with my wife ─ that brought its balance to something like $340. This is a risky thing to do if I am not going to withdraw anything ─ my wife could well have pillaged it, but I see that she did not.

And so I intend to get out early this evening and hike the ¾ or so of a mile to my financial institution's ATM and withdraw $160 ─ there should be an automated debit tomorrow of something over $108 towards a life insurance policy, and possibly some other debit or charge, so I have to leave sufficient to cover those possibilities.

There is a Save-On-Foods almost neighbouring the financial institution, so I will probably do a little shopping there. 

My wife has been busy in the kitchen since getting home, so it is clear that she is here to stay. She probably has a full workday tomorrow at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

I shall be sitting up late this evening watching shows with my brother once we are both back home, and having two or three cans of beer.

But I had best ready and soon get on my way, for it is 6:46 p.m., and I can never know when he will return home on a Sunday.