Never Moving On

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The intention was to rise at 4 a.m. and get away on the two-mile round trip hobble to deposit some cash at my financial institution's nearest ATM, but I must be drinking too much alcohol each evening. I surely cannot be feeling so devastated whenever my cellphone alarm chimes, even at 6 a.m., simply due to sleeping as poorly as I do.

I rose at 4 a.m., and I even got dressed. But I couldn't do it ─ I could not face braving the night feeling as wasted as I did.

So I returned to bed and set my alarm for 7 a.m. with the thought that I might at least manage the usual 15-minute exercise session out in the backyard tool shed.

Even at 7 a.m. I felt atrocious ─ I only wanted more sleep. But I rose anyway, even though I dismissed daring any exercise. Feeling as poorly as I did ... well, I am 76 years of age ─ not 26.

However, I did check out front and decided to water the usual garden areas despite the overcast sky. Then I returned into the house and spent time here at my bedside computer.

I had decided to abstain from coffee today, so I never had that boost. I was also going to avoid eating anything whatsoever until at least 6 p.m., though I might start drinking beer in the late afternoon while watching a T.V. series here on my bedside computer.

My younger brother was to emerge from his bedroom well ahead of 8 a.m. To be honest, I had by then been considering the tool shed exercising, but his advent was sufficient to entirely cancel the renewed interest in this project.

I waited until just after 9 a.m. before hobbling downstairs to join him for some morning T.V. He always watched news programmes, but at the first commercial break after I joined him, he released the T.V. to me so that I could commence operation of our R69 Plus Android 14 TV Box.

I opened with a 57-minute (57:05) video uploaded earlier today to YouTube's Viva Frei channel: What is UNDRIP? United Nations Declaration Will DESTROY Canada! Everything You Need to Know. I suspected that my brother might soon tire of the video, but it was far more interesting than I ever expected. Guest Shawn Buckley and Viva Frei form an excellent partnership for this sort of discussion.

We next watched a 30-minute (30:15) video on BitChute that I was also quite sure my brother would soon reject, but he surprised me again and sat interestedly throughout. I feel that I should link to its original source, though, so I am going to do that.

It was published May 19 to Rumble's The Jimmy Dore Show: Hospitals Killed COVID Patients On Purpose For PROFIT! – Nurse Whistleblower Kim Overton.

Critical care nurse Kimberly Overton explains to Jimmy that COVID patients were not dying from the virus but from "deadly hospital protocols," including unnecessary early intubation, the toxic antiviral remdesivir, and high-dose sedatives like fentanyl and propofol—a "hospital holocaust" she calls "the new gas chambers." 

She recalls arguing with doctors who could only answer "it's protocol" when asked why they were killing patients, noting that intubated patients had an 80% mortality rate and that remdesivir was administered after the viral replication phase when it could not work.

Overton says she left bedside nursing in 2021 after witnessing vaccine injuries including strokes, blood clots, and cardiac issues in young healthy individuals, and now runs a holistic nursing practice offering functional medicine and advocacy for those seeking unvaccinated blood through the Pure Blood Registry. She concludes that the medical establishment was "murdering patients for profit" and that Dr. Fauci and others should face the death penalty for their crimes.

Kimberly Overton’s website: https://nursefreedomnetwork.org

After that I switched over to the USB drive or stick inserted in our T95Q Android 9 TV Box and we watched some more of the very long documentary that we began yesterday. I doubt that we are halfway though it yet, and had to once more break so that my brother could return to his bedroom for further bed rest.

While I was seated here late into the morning, my wife emerged from her bedroom. She was scheduled to work the latter part of the day at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time. She never spoke to me, and since I was reluctant to engage with her, I chose to seek my nap.

Alas, I was done just before 1 p.m.

My wife did some cooking, and probably some gardening. At one point she came upstairs and in passing asked if I was hungry, to which I responded that I was trying to hold off on eating anything until at least 6 p.m.

Around 3 p.m. I did decide to at least load up what I would be eating and bring that here to my bedroom. I was unsure, but I thought that my wife had left for work, but she had not. She helpfully instructed me on some of what I should take to eat.

She was probably gone by 3:10 p.m. And so with the knowledge that her bedroom was certainly vacant, I had my usual half hour of afternoon light exercising. And then I had a naked weigh-in ─ at very most, I would peg me at 181 pounds. This past Thursday afternoon when I was stripped naked to have a bath, I was around 185 pounds, though I had eaten a meal in the early morning.

Right now it is 4:51 p.m. and I am going to take my blogging break, and tune in some T.V. fare here on my computer to allow me a little drinking. I have to be stronger about getting to bed more sensibly early than last evening, for early tomorrow is a planned grocery shopping venture that I want to be up at 6 a.m. to have coffee (and an aspirin) and sufficient time to ease into the mile-long round trip hobble ─ at least it is supposed to be overcast, so that's a mark in my favour.

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Instead of a Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol), I poured a dozen ounces of Domaine d'Or red wine (12% alcohol) to enjoy during my first show. My thinking is that it will prove advantageous to be drinking the usual two beers after I have eaten and with the wine out of the way, than to be only having one beer and then the wine following my meal.

My body will want the purer fluid in the beer to aid with assimilation of the meal, than it will gain from wine.

I watched a very interesting and even exciting episode of Teen Wolf ─ episode three ("Pack Mentality") of the first season. I am liking this series!

My source was at M4uFree.cx. The episode and the wine were done by 6:09 p.m., and I was undeniably feeling the alcohol buzz.

The meal proved to be centred around saffron rice and what I thought were fairly thick but smallish ground beef patties of an almost rectangular shape. There were only three and a partial one remaining, so I took one of the large ones as well as the partial.

It was tender cuttings of boneless lamb, not ground beef!

How can we afford something like this?! My wife surely must have sources I know nothing of.

Anyway, with a can of beer in hand, I next tuned in FBI: Most Wanted ─ episode nine ("Moving On") of season six. My source was again at M4uFree.cx.

There is no question that it was dramatic and exciting enough, but it was the usual detached formulaic cops & bad guys stuff. Teen Wolf was more enjoyable.

The beer took some work, not being all that desirable following the meal, but both it and the show were done by 7:42 p.m.

My second and final beer was ingested during S.W.A.T. ─ episode 10 ("1000 Joules") of season two. My source was at GOOJARA.to.

The episode in its own way was every bit as involving as was FBI: Most Wanted, except that S.W.A.T. had a delightful emotional ending courtesy of Kenny Johnson's character. It was, after all, a Christmas episode.

It and my can of beer were over by 8:45 p.m., and apparently at some point my brother had arrived back from wherever he had bused in the early afternoon to social drink. It sounded like he and Bev were getting along quite pleasantly.

By the way, yesterday in the latter afternoon I was emailed notification that a $49.11 share of a class action lawsuit involving price fixing of bread in food stores stretching back some years, had been deposited into my financial institution. I've only just now verified that the deposit was made.

Another zero on that settlement share sure would help me out.

I had added my name to the potential list of recipients back around December 1st. It had been suggested settlement might take a year, but evidently not.

I am now going to brush my teeth and betake myself to bed after I close down everything that needs doing here on my computer. It is 9:19 p.m.