Somewhere

We had rain throughout the night, it seemed, and throughout the day now too.

I had the usual difficulty sleeping through to my 6 a.m. cellphone alarm, and I think that it was shortly after 5 a.m. that I rose to visit the toilet. My current major problem trying to sleep is this prodigious production of mucous that continues following the respiratory affliction that I recognized settling in Thursday afternoon of the previous week. Sure, I feel myself back to normal, but the production is out of control.

At one point when I was awake and had tried to find a comfortable sleep position by lying on my front, I began to feel as if I was going to suffocate because of the extreme blockage of my right nasal passageway and the reduced airflow via the left. I actually felt some alarm and had to roll over from that position.

But I rose at 6 a.m. as planned, and later had the usual pathetic backyard tool shed exercise session of just one repetition in all six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups. Naturally, I followed those with the squat work to challenge my damaged right knee and quadriceps muscles.

Back in the house I gathered up what would be my day's first of two meals ─ two slices of pizza my youngest stepson must have left out in the kitchen for anyone interested. I slathered some natural peanut butter over the two pieces before bringing them upstairs here to my bedside computer to enjoy ─ along with some nutritional supplements.

My younger brother emerged from his bedroom soon after 8 a.m. to have instant coffee and watch T.V. news, but as I generally do, I waited until a little past 9 a.m. before joining him.

He was quick enough  to turn the T.V. over to me so that I could put our old T95Q Android 9 TV Box to work, so I led off with two fairly short videos published yesterday to Rumble's WTFLouie channel:

● Dandelions: Treatment for Cancer Caused by the herbicides you spray on them. 11-Feb-2026 (1:27)

https://worldviewtube.com/vault/video/dandelions-kill-95-cancer-cells-nic-hulscher-breaks-down-science-mrna-crisis
Dandelions Kill 95% of Cancer Cells? Nic Hulscher Breaks Down the Science & the mRNA Crisis
09-Dec-2025

● Dr Sam Bailey: Locked in a small room with flu sufferers but no one caught it. Why 11-Feb-2026 (17:57)

https://substack.com/DrSamBailey
The commencement of the COVID-19 story in early 2020 coincided with an international wave of mass censorship. For those of us publishing from that time we quickly found that ‘no virus’ material resulted in demonetisation and channel strikes, if not outright platform bans. And although one of the world’s biggest media agencies tried to smear my work, for most of the COVID era our material was simply ghosted.

Hence it was a surprise when mainstream and state media recently admitted to the latest human experiment in which scientists failed to transmit a single case of influenza. Those of you who have read Virus Mania or Can You Catch A Cold? know that this is not something new as there have been dozens of failed attempts to transmit colds and flus for the past century. However, when mainstream sources cover this material we may have progress as failed transmission was never disclosed to us during our medical training.

After that I tuned in Knightfall ─ episode one ("God's Executioners") of the second season.

My brother and I used to follow the series pre-COVID, so I have had to judge that we likely got through the first season, for I no longer remember.

The last video I tuned in was an older movie. However, I think that it's at least 2¼ hours long, and we never quite got a full hour of it watched before my brother felt he needed to return to his bedroom for more bed rest ─ he would be busing off in the fairly early afternoon to go social drinking, don't you know!

I am unsure when I got back to bed for a nap ─ by 12:15 p.m., maybe? If so, I was to be abed for well over two hours.

Around 3:30 p.m. at latest I was into my wife's vacant bedroom for some light exercising.

And that basically brings me to the present ─ 5:01 p.m. At this point I am taking a blogging break to gather up my day's second meal that I shall be eating here at my bedside computer. Thereafter I will be watching three shows while enjoying some drinks with them to enhance my involvement.

I will return in the latter evening to finalize and publish this post.

I was pleased to hear my brother mention this morning that Monday will be a provincial holiday ─ Family Day. I had been thinking that I might have to do some early shopping tomorrow, and I am most reluctant to do such on Saturdays because of my conviction that Saturday is the true Sabbath.

Now it will not be necessary ─ my weekend is a day longer.

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My first show was done by 7:09 p.m., and I soon realized that at some point during it my brother must have gotten back home to spend time with Bev.

I drank a can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) while watching Madame Secretary ─ episode seven ("Passage") of the first season. My source was this TVseries.video link.

Only 153 more episodes to go! That's a lot of beer.

I believe that my second show was finished by 8:14 p.m., as was my second can of beer. The show was Betrayal ─ episode three ("If You Want the Fruit...") of the only season. My source was this CineGo.co link.

The series is every bit as interesting as Madame Secretary, but neither episode tonight touched me, and I need that.

If memory serves, my final show ended at 9:41 p.m., for I had taken the time after Betrayal to spend the quarter-hour or so to brush my teeth.

The show was Smash ─ the pilot episode of season one. My source was yet another TVSeries.video link.

While I was brushing my teeth as I lay athwart my bed with primarily my computer screen for illumination, my imagination began to advance into the realm of sexual depravity that is a recurring downfall for me.

Fortunately after I was done brushing, I began watching my final show; and when the pilot episode of new-to-me T.V. series Smash began, a partial opening singing performance by Katharine McPhee ─ who was totally unknown to me ─ of the song "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" was utterly overwhelming and beguiling, and washed away the taint that was coming over me.

Both Katharine McPhee and voluptuous Megan Hilty gave devastating songstress performances ─ I am going to enjoy this series. Nor do I attribute my response to the glass tumbler of eight or so ounces of Sommet Rough wine (12% alcohol) ─ these two beauties are phenomenal.

Around 10:03 p.m. I realized that my wife must have recently gotten home, and was busy in the kitchen downstairs before she eventually came upstairs to her bedroom for the first time (she always turns and leaves on the hallway light). 

Right now it is 10:46 p.m. and I am keen of getting to bed soon, so I am going to publish this post now and start finishing up everything left undone here on my computer ─ I've many tabs open, and on four different browsers.

I hope I breathe better tonight, but this overdrive of mucous production has not let in the least.