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When my 3 a.m. cellphone sounded overnight and roused me, I felt myself too overcome with the need to remain abed ─ the prospect of rising for an outing was just too daunting.

So I shut down the alarm and sought further sleep.

But none came.

I tried for a half hour or more and was less near than when I had made the decision to remain in bed.

Annoyed at my uncooperative self, I rose and decided to have the outing to the elementary school playground anyway. With the older kids' playground removed, the younger kids' equipment is far less appealing to me for my purposes, so that had factored into my earlier decision not to bother myself getting up and going.

Happily, it was not yet 3:50 a.m. when I was on my way ─ I have risen at 3 a.m. before and not gotten on my way any earlier than this, so I did not feel pressured.

There was almost no coolness to the night air; and the sky seemed clear.

I was to find the school equipment dry of any condensation, and I had seemed to walk the ⅜ of a mile or so with better facility than my damaged right leg has managed of late.

As for my performance, I was tentative to commence the half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups. I think that when I last visited the playground two nights earlier, I had only managed six pull-ups in the initial set due to a sensation of feeling overworked or overtrained.

I grasped the low jungle gym monkey bar I would be using, and just sort of sunk my body down, gaining a little stretching and assessing how overused the affected muscles, joints, etc., seemed to feel.

Then I stood and sort of shrugged and moved my arms and shoulders about, and then this time began the pull-ups ... and I managed eight of them ─ wholly unexpected! Have I managed eight this year before? I can't remember.

Everything else was the usual. Two further pull-ups in the next set; then three and two chin-ups in the two sets that followed; and the usual pair of pull-ups between a pair of largely stationary half rings in each of the final two sets.

As always, a 30-count separated each set.

Then back to the monkey bar, I held a dead hang for a 70-count ─ or was it an 80-count? I cannot recall.

And I finished up with eight full-range decline push-ups on a ramp before readying myself and walking back home.

It was still too dark to risk damaging any of the flowers by trying to water the front yard garden plants, so I came upstairs to my bedroom and this bedside computer to pass sufficient time to allow for some creeping daylight outside.

Last year I noticed that one type of plant that forms a rather long stalk that becomes almost a furry stretch of either white or else purplish tiny blooms that can extend along several inches of the stalk seemed to shelter an occasional bumblebee overnight.

I noticed this again as of yesterday.

The section of the stalk that comprises the thick tiny blooms, as I said, resembles almost fuzz or fur, and the bumblebee can almost lose itself within the cover of the fuzzy blooms.

So this is another reason I do not wish to water in the dark ─ I do not want to direct a blast of water right onto one of these dear bees sheltering in the furry spike of flowers.

I did a very bad job of getting myself back to bed.

I had eaten a meal, and this seemed to sit poorly within me. Even though it was rather watery, I felt myself almost to have become plugged up. I started feeling most unpleasant ─ I even wondered if it might be a manifestation of a cardiac issue. I am 75 years old, after all.

I never got back to bed until ─ I think ─ at least 7:30 a.m.

I heard my younger brother emerge from his bedroom and go downstairs for coffee and T.V. ─ probably shortly past 8 a.m. But I just lay where I was, feeling most peculiar.

I think I finally rose shortly after 8:30 a.m., but I never went downstairs until after 9 a.m., which is my custom. I still was not feeling right.

The aspirin I had with my first mug of coffee likely helped, for I did gradually normalize.   

My brother was not to watch T.V. this morning for the usual length of time. Around 10 a.m. he began getting ready to run some errands, so we only watched three relatively short videos.

First, a 21-minute 'what if' sort of scenario uploaded two days ago to YouTube's Buildr channel: China’s CITY WIDE CASH SEIZURES Begin — ATMs Frozen, Digital Yuan FORCED Overnight.

China’s biggest cities are now cashless, not by choice, but by force. ATMs have gone dark. Vaults are being emptied. And overnight, the Digital Yuan is the only currency allowed. What used to be called your money… no longer belongs to you. Because right now, China isn’t “going digital.” It’s seizing control.
What triggered Beijing to pull the plug on cash, so suddenly, and so ruthlessly? How are ordinary citizens surviving when their life savings are frozen overnight? And what does this mean for the future of money, not just in China, but everywhere?
Let’s start with what happened when people in China woke up and realized their cash had been quietly taken away.

This is how easy it could be for people to lose everything to government under digital ID and digital currency ─ never relinquish cash; use it exclusively when shopping in person.

The second video was nearly 11 minutes, and had been published yesterday to Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel: Moderna Billionaire To INJECT CROPS With RNA Because "CLIMATE CHANGE..."

Back With A Vengeance: Moderna Billionaire To INJECT CROPS With RNA. You Can't Make This Sh!t Up. Short But Important Episode.

The last video was almost 40 minutes and had been published July 14 to Rumble's A Warrior Calls channel: All Public Courthouses are Synagogues of Satan / People Murdered Grace Schara.

Scott Schara is a hero for world to see and learn.
All public courthouses are corrupt to core they are courts of fraud not law.
BAR is private society operating the largest criminal organization worldwide.
World finally sees time has come to restore public courthouses to common law

This is a powerful interview with Scott Schara who shares and shows the lies and corruption that is occurring that we the people can no longer tolerate.

Maggots is too good of a term for these corrupt pricks wearing black robes and lawyers=liars who are under the color of law supporting murder against our fellow man on top of massive theft and destruction worldwide.

This is a spiritual war between good and evil and ignorance once again by people acting as jurors is so repugnant in this single case shows mankind has lost all critical thinking.

Not to mention 3 doctors were paid $4000 per HOUR to give testimony against Scott's single doctor who exposed everything... yet the jury can grasp shit they are sheep and fools and part of the problem also.

Scott is one of the bravest men in the USA... the world needs to see what he has done to expose and stop all this corruption and trespassing occurring against mankind.

Cutting things short as early as this allowed me to be to bed for a nap by 11 a.m., and I was up again well into the noon hour this sunny day.

My wife may have had the day off, for she was home until something like 4:10 p.m. ─ it is still possible, though, that she had to work the latter part of the day at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

We had some pleasant communications over her time home. Even when I went outside to get in a bit over 1½ hours of sunning ─ my session spanned 2:26 - 3:58 p.m. ─ we communicated some. As is her wont when she is home on such a sunny day, she put her hand towards some gardening.

My brother went out a second time today, this time taking Bev on an errand or two for herself. Thereafter he remained home to commence his drinking.

I lost a lot of time on an issue concerning my cellphone carrier and coverage, but my youngest stepson was an enormous boon ─ he even handled a phone call to the extortionists at Rogers. He promised me that tomorrow he would seek to find further information in person tomorrow.

He's a damned good lad, for sure.

But it is 8:16 p.m. at present and I want to watch a show here on my bedside computer, so I am going to take a break ─ I want the can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) watching the show will justify.

Back shortly.

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Finally, I have watched the very last episode of Black Lightning. Of course it was season four's episode 13 ("The Book of Resurrection: Chapter Two: Closure"). Sheer comic book fantasy.

No one felt even remotely real to me ─ the series was a big DC fail as far as I am concerned.

But if interested, my episode source was this GOOJARA.to link.

I had thoughts of watching one more show, but it has become too late. At present it is 10 p.m., so I think that I shall just publish this post and gradually shut things down here on my computer and get to bed.

I won't be setting my alarm.