Ever After

Did two cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) and a half glass tumbler of Sommet Rouge (12% alcohol) on a virtually empty stomach last evening result in the abominable night's sleep I was to have?

My cellphone alarm roused me at 3 a.m. to rise for an outing to the elementary school playground for some exercise there, but I felt utterly devastated. I did get up, but primarily to confirm that my younger brother had not yet gone to bed. The hallway light outside my bedroom door was on, which generally is due to my wife being home, and/or my brother still being up.

But for him to still be up at 3 a.m. signifies that he got exceptionally plastered with his drinking. By opening my bedroom door, I was able to confirm that the T.V. was still on downstairs ─ my wife never watches T.V.

Feeling just hellish, I returned to bed, resigned to remaining home. But I did set the alarm again for 6 a.m. in order to get me up in sufficient time that I would be able to normalize enough for some tool shed exercising and have it finished well ahead of 8 a.m.

Why did I feel so dreadfully illy slept?

When the alarm sounded at 6 a.m., I felt little improved. I could not get up. And so I sought to just have one further bout of healing sleep.

But not 20 minutes later I was just as awake, so I forced myself to commence my morning. A mug of strong hot instant coffee was essential.

And when I had recovered enough to dare the tool shed, I had a session of pull-ups and chin-ups intermediate between what I would have hopefully accomplished at the school playground and what I normally do as a token tool shed session on my alternate days.

Thus: three sets of pull-ups (3-2-2 reps); three sets of chin-ups (two reps in each); and two sets of pull-ups between the bars (two reps in each). I think I held the dead hang of the final pull-up for a 60-count.

My sets are always spaced with a 30-count.

I finished up with the usual 31 full flat-footed squats to work my damaged right knee: 20 assisted; 10 unassisted; and one unassisted held in the squat position for a 100-count before rising.

Back in the house, when 9 a.m. rolled around, I fried up two eggs in ghee and coconut oil, and then added a torn up slice of whole grain bread to help absorb the oil while also becoming somewhat crisp, along with a hunk of raw ginger that I bit into pieces, and two cloves of garlic treated similarly. Then the whole was sprinkled with chia seeds.

Incidentally, for the second consecutive night my wife had not come home.

It was maybe 9:20 a.m. before my brother emerged from his bedroom; I was watching a 1¾-hour (1:48:12) video published yesterday to Rumble's A Warrior Calls channel: Good vs Evil A Race Against Time for Mankind. 

Christopher James is back after 7 months with an explosive broadcast.
Truth on 911, Trump, Gaza, Israel, JFK, Corrupt Police and their BONDS!

I skipped through the opening rap performance; and I did likewise anytime Christopher started blathering on about MasterPeace, some special sauna, and whatever else he was promoting during the first half of the video.

Then it was a seven-minute (7:27) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's Rebel News channel: BREAKING: B.C. Ostrich cull to start this weekend, sources say.

http://SaveTheOstriches.com | Sources report that a CFIA-contracted company is expected to arrive at the Edgewood farm Saturday evening to cull the herd by early next week.

I would not care if the Earth opened up and swallowed to Hell every person who is involved in any such cull and is from CFIA, the RCMP, and everyone else working with them.

They want to serve those who themselves serve Satanic powers? Then go directly there and be with those very same powers.

Also at YouTube, we watched a seven-minute (7:35) video uploaded yesterday to the Redacted channel: This is OUTRAGEOUS.

This is OUTRAGEOUS and the FBI is lying to us once again.

It concerned the Charlie Kirk murder. 

Published earlier today, we were also to watch an 11-minute (11:47) video at Rumble's The White Rabbit Network channel: 'Exposing the Boule - The Secret Society Keeping Black America Enslaved' with Bishop Larry Gaiters.

At this point my brother requested that we finish watching the last hour or so remaining of the long movie we had started viewing Thursday, but I countered that since he was involved in doing his laundry (which he was), his 10-minute absences to fuss around would detract from his appreciation of the very good film.

So tomorrow.

We finished with a 41-minute (41:15) video published earlier today to Rumble's Health Ranger Report channel: Daniel Estulin with Mike Adams: AI, Globalism, and the Battle for Humanity.

Mike Adams is sharp, but he gets too 'New Age' for my liking.

At this point my brother sought further bed rest. I was back to bed for a needed nap barely past 12:30 p.m.

The day was sunny and cloud-free from the start, but I was not going to sun. This was a bath day, and bathing takes too damned long on top of blogging ─ I have to sacrifice the time somewhere.

My youngest stepson delighted me as I blogged by bringing me a fabulously delicious small but quite thick beef steak he had freshly cooked. No way I could save that for my later supper!

When I had my bath, I did not bother with a weigh-in, for in the morning before I went out to the tool shed for my exercising I had weighed myself dressed exactly as I was to be out there. I may have been as little as 180 pounds in my clothes ─ most acceptable!

Just prior to my bath, though, I did have some light exercising in my wife's vacant bedroom.

Anyway, right now it is 7:11 p.m. and I am going to break so that I can watch a couple of shows here on my bedside computer while enjoying a couple of cans of Cariboo Malt.

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First up was The Flash ─ the first episode ("Wednesday Ever After") of final season nine. My source was this GOOJARA.to link.

It will be good to finally be done with this dreary series. It's all booming noise and endless visual effects, with the same pappy treacle for storylines.

I don't think that it was yet 8:10 p.m. when the episode ended, and my brother was still away after busing off while I was napping ─ his daily inner call to go social drinking.

My second and final show was Superman & Lois ─ episode four ("The Inverse Method") of season two. This time I chose to watch the episode at this uFLIX.to link.

Even though this series is also DC, it stands far out beyond the pathetic attempts made to humanize The Flash episodes and make them seem identifiably relevant. I can commonly 'get into' these Superman & Lois episodes.

I was surprised to recognize Lois's cult-following sister as Officer Nolan's paramedic new wife on The Rookie. I do not know the actress by name, but it is Jenna Dewan.

When the show was done, I realized that my brother seemed newly home. It is in his best interest not to get as blitzed as he did last night.

The morning's plans tomorrow do not involve rising any earlier than 6 a.m., and I may ─ or may not ─ do some local grocery shopping. I would prefer not to.

I shall take my time getting to bed, but I will be sensible ─ the two cans of beer are sufficient drink.

Perhaps I shall say nothing further and just publish this at 9:43 p.m.