Sleep was so darned poor last night, mostly due to the heat. My cellphone alarm was set for 6 a.m., but I was awake enough several minutes before that I checked the time and rose then, cancelling the alarm.
When I used the toilet, my urine was such a deep, dark orange that it looked more like I had been drinking beet juice.
There would be no exercising after I went outside to water the front yard garden plants and then checked those in the backyard that I had watered late yesterday afternoon. I planned on getting away to do some local grocery shopping at the No Frills about ½ mile away that opened at 8 a.m.
Incidentally, my wife had not come home last night.
It was clear that this would be another hot, sunny day.
Time managed to run away on me such that I never left here to shop until at least 8:05 a.m. ─ I should have already been at the store. This failure almost derailed me, but I held true and went regardless, banking that there oughtn't to be too many people abroad yet.
Thankfully I am deeply coloured by the Sun ─ I would not have gone otherwise.
My bad right leg still slows me and adds to the labour of walking; and while coming home with my load of purchases in each hand, once I almost lost control with the leg, coming to a stop and reeling a little off-balance.
Once back home, shortly after 9 a.m. I was changing clothes with the intent to get downstairs to take control of the T.V., for my younger brother had not yet emerged from his bedroom. But then he did, foiling that scheme.
After I joined him and got a later than desired invitation to put our Android TV Box to work, I led us off with the two latest videos at Rumble's Redacted News channel.
The first video was an hour long, and had been published two days ago: "You're Not Safe at 30,000 Feet" Airline pilot whistleblower FIRED for speaking out | Redacted News.
There is a new pandemic of sorts. Not the type of pandemic you're probably thinking of, though. It's a pandemic of whistleblowers coming forward and admitting that there are all sorts of safety concerns inside the airline industry.
This more concerned the unceasing travails ─ legal and otherwise ─ suffered by Captain Doug Greene for being forthright than it did about the conditions that were being 'whistleblown'.
The second video had been published earlier today and was 23 minutes (23:48), but my brother does not use a computer or social media, so he was bored: The Global Debanking Crisis Exposed! Banks Are Now Weapons Against Free Speech.
Banks are now being weaponized against dissidents. Debanking is real, and it's been happening all over the world, journalists that are covering stories suddenly finding their banks have shut them down. individuals and organizations are getting their assets frozen with little to no recourse, and not because of illegal activity, but due to political ideology. Catherine Austin Fitts just explained to tucker how big this really is.
As a result of his boredom, he prevailed upon me to cut away before even the nine-minute mark.
I then turned to my flash or thumb drive to watch previously recorded material. The first video was essentially just a slideshow of old photos from the 1800s and early 1900s. It ran for something over nine minutes, but is not really worth citing. Had it not been as short as it was, I expect that my brother would have wanted me to kill it as well.
Fortunately the next video on the thumb drive was a very interesting science fiction movie. We didn't quite watch an hour of it before my brother begged off so he could have further bed rest, so I shall wait before I identify it.
Note that I later played through the Redacted News video here on my bedside computer.
While my brother rested, I had a meal and then chased after a nap. My brother had left to bus off and start his social drinking by the time I emerged from my bedroom around 2:08 p.m.
Before 2:30 p.m. I was out in the backyard sunning, and must surely have achieved a minimum of 1½ hours. And it was hot out there, especially long into the start when I still had lots of bodily fluids to sweat out.
This is a bath day, so now at 5:53 p.m. I am going to break from this post and deal with that chore.
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Stripped naked for my bath, at most I weighed 174 pounds ─ that was unexpectedly low, and initially I could not quite understand the analogue registration that I was looking at.
That was good news, but my bath was a bit of a flop because I forgot to bring a damned towel! So I had the bath and had to dress afterwards whilst still wet from the tub.
This is a bummer, for I only bath every four days; and with all of the regular daily sunning, I will have failed to scour off surface tissue that would otherwise have been towelled off.
I realized that my brother was home, but I left him watching T.V. with Bev and shut myself up into my bedroom to watch a show and have a can of Cariboo Malt. The show was The 100 ─ episode nine ("Sic Semper Tyrannis") of season five.
Lord, I am just sick of that murderous nut-job "Octavia" ─ just kill the witch and let's be done with the evil monster! Why do T.V. shows do this to viewers? ─ episode after episode of the same disgusting villain, which is all she is.
My source for the episode was this Tvids.net link, but by the time I got the website's player running the episode and the screen enlarged to fill my monitor, two unwanted new browsers had been surreptitiously raised behind the Brave browser I was using. I expected one of them, so I paused the video to shut the expected single browser down, but it was just as easy doing it to two of them.
Incidentally, in this episode for the first time I recognized why the character "Gaia" ─ short-cropped blonde-haired daughter of scar-faced character "Indra" ─ seemed peculiarly familiar. It dawned upon me that it was the same actress (Tati Gabrielle) who portrays character "Prudence" on Chilling Adventures of Sabrina.
I well intended another show, but I ran out of time, and will be lucky to be abed by 10 p.m. ─ I want to rise no later than 3 a.m. to get away to the relatively nearby elementary school playground for the walk and the exercise the equipment there will afford me.
It is 9:32 p.m. right now, so I am going to start winding down for my bedtime. I even need to brush my teeth, although I only had one meal today.
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