Same Old

[The Nicotine Psyop That Made Big Pharma TRILLIONS w/ Dr. Bryan Ardis

For over a century, Big Pharma and its media allies have waged a relentless campaign to convince the world that nicotine is nothing more than a dangerous, addictive drug. In this explosive interview, Dr. Bryan Ardis joins me to reveal the shocking truth buried in centuries of medical history: tobacco and nicotine were once widely used by doctors to treat — and even cure — countless diseases, from cancer to heart disease to obesity. Backed by documented evidence, Dr. Ardis exposes how the pharmaceutical industry rigged the narrative, poisoned commercial tobacco products, and bribed governments worldwide to ban natural nicotine, all to protect their multi-trillion-dollar drug empire.]

My take …

During the wars, (WWI, WWII, Korean, Vietnam and others), soldiers were issued tobacco in their kit. It was to help ward off viruses and diseases that they might be susceptible to in the jungles, underground and in the trenches. Pure tobacco.

It only became dangerous when the tobacco companies added synthetics, chemicals and so-called filters.

Non mainstream health professionals sometimes recommend nicotine patches for a number of health conditions and I’ve considered using them myself.

The world is not as it seems. The lies that we are told are certainly not for our benefit.

Anyway … 

Today was another lazy day. Harley play, garden tending, watched the remaining episodes of The Madison, I crumbed chicken breasts, boiled potatoes in their jackets, made coleslaw and salsa and served with butter and sour cream for dinner.

Now I need to sleep because tomorrow is meditation day.

Nite all.

My Sunday

I went to Coles yesterday and I have to tell you this, I was behind a grandfather and his badly-behaved grandson. He has his hands full with the child screaming for lollies, biscuits, all sorts of things.

The granddad is saying in a controlled voice: “Easy, William, we won’t be long . . . easy boy.”

Another outburst and I heard the granddad calmly say : “It’s okay William. Just a couple more minutes and we’ll be out of here. Hang in there, boy.”

At the checkout the little horror is throwing items out of the trolley. Granddad says again in a controlled voice : “William, William, relax buddy, don’t get upset. We’ll be home in five minutes, stay cool William.”

Well, I was really impressed, and when I got outside I saw the grandfather  loading his groceries and the boy into the car.

I walked over and said to the Grandad “It’s none of my business, but you were amazing in there. I don’t know how you did it. That whole time you kept your composure, and no matter how loud and disruptive he got, you just calmly kept saying things would be okay. William is very lucky to have you as his granddad.”

“Thanks,” said the Granddad. “But I am William. The little bastard’s name is Harry!!

😂😂😂😂😂😂

Today was a very lazy Sunday.

I was woken by kitchen noise at 7.12am - today is Sunday, so I was NOT happy, and even though I was tempted to get up and yell at the culprit, I decided to breathe it out and send them ‘love’ from my bedroom.

Ugh.

I reluctantly climbed out of bed at 10am and took Harley straight out to play. I tended my little garden before heading to my kitchen to make brunch.

I was looking forward to some of the new spelt sour dough bread that we bought at the markets yesterday. Sadly, BGWLBH had eaten it all. A whole loaf in 18 hours - and she was asleep for a good portion of that. Not happy Jan.

Ugh.

In Coles yesterday, I had discovered some GF crumpets, so that was my next option for brunch. They were very satisfactory.

I watched some golf on Fox Sports with Adoring Husband and then came to bed for the afternoon, where I napped while watching the footy.

An easy dinner by taking spaghetti bolognese sauce out of the freezer and preparing a side salad.

I didn’t eat dinner but made myself some tea (the ‘relax’ tea that AH bought me for Christmas) and took a couple of slices of turkey breast from the fridge.

Now I’m watching the first episode of the new series of Masterchef.

Except for the morning, I’ve enjoyed my Sunday.

Nite all.

Catching Up

Well this is an interesting concept …

What do you all think about this? I also am my most creative and connected self from 1-4 am…

The most dangerous lie in human history isn’t about food.

Its not about medicine. Its about sleep. For 200,000 years, humans didnt sleep 8 hours.That number was actually invented in 1938 by a mattress company called Simmons Beautyrest. Before their campaign, the average human slept in two shifts. Historians call it “Biphasic Sleep.” You would sleep for 4 hours, wake up for 2, then sleep for another 4. During that 2-hour window, people would pray, have s*x, write, think, and connect with their families. Some of the greatest works in human history were created in that sacred middle window. Shakespeare wrote most of his plays between 1AM and 3AM during his second wake period. Mozart composed entire symphonies in what he called “The God Hours.” Then the Industrial Revolution needed workers on a fixed schedule. You cant run a factory on biphasic sleep. So they hired a psychologist named Dr. Nathaniel Kleitman to “prove” that 8 consecutive hours was the biological standard.

He faked the studies. He was funded entirely by the mattress industry. And the medical establishment adopted his research without question because it aligned with the factory model. They turned the most creative 2 hours of human consciousness into a “sleep disorder.” They called it “Insomnia.” They medicated it. They gaslight an entire generation that 8 hours of continuous sleep was healthy. They pathologized the exact window of consciousness that produced some of the greatest art, music, and literature in human history. You are not an insomniac. You are experiencing the most natural form of human consciousness. And a mattress company convinced you it was a disease.

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Interesting huh?

I’ve been very “blog absent” lately and I thought I would wean myself off this dedicated space because I’ve been doing it for over 15 years!

But … it has been a very valuable tool, much like a diary/planner, that I can refer back to when we forget things like … the last time the pool guy was here, what date we built the carport, when I started my new raised vegetable garden, the dates I missed meditation etc etc.

So I’ve decided to continue writing daily, even if it’s really boring shit, like what time I wake up and what I cook for dinner. You can choose to continue reading my words or you can choose to search for something more interesting to read.

I attended meditation on Tuesday but didn’t get time with The Gypsy because she had to work straight after class.

I bought myself a small coffee and thought I’d sit by the river for 30 minutes before going home. Instead, I was waylaid by a resident who has lived here for 6 yrs but is now moving back to Brisbane. I received information overload for almost 3 hours.

My life has been very insular for about 4 years, so this man brought me up to speed on just about every resident in town. Every conflict, every movement, every health issue, every drug deal, every boatie living on the river, you name it, he knew about it!

Needless to say, I was mentally drained by the time I finally arrived home and needed to spend the rest of the day in my bedroom regenerating some mental, emotional, spiritual and physical energy!

Wednesday was my ‘change the bedding’ day - exhausting, as always!

Thursday was a day in the bay where I found two tops. One from me to me and for BGWLBH to purchase for my birthday, which is coming up next week.

Friday was a visit to The Gypsy. She is house and dog sitting in town so we spent a quality 4 hours together.

I’m doing ok in the footy tipping. Not spectacular, but ok.

Today, BGWLBH and I woke up extra early (5.30am) and drove into the bay to attend both markets on the esplanade. This is where BGWLBH bought many gifts for my birthday. I can’t even remember everything that she bought! Lots of jewellery, a solar powered hummingbird for the garden and I’ll have to tell you the rest next week.

I found a woman at the Torquay markets selling all the fabulous super health products like MSM, colloidal silver, methylene blue, belly bugs probiotics, iodine, cbd oil and turmerix to name just a few. We spent a good 20-30 minutes chatting about all the products and how she uses them.

I purchased some methylene blue and she gave me a sample of the belly bugs with strict instructions.

I got some gluten free Lebanese bread, gf cinnamon donuts, a loaf of spelt sourdough bread, freshly made lemonade, a spray bottle of magnesium/frankincense oils and walked across the road to Go Girl, where I purchased a top for Adoring Husband to give me for my birthday.

We also did a small grocery shop before returning home, both exhausted haha. We are too old for this nonsense!

The two men in my life were very happy to see me home.

I came to bed for a nap at about 4pm and that’s where I stayed. I’d made myself a sourdough sandwich with avocado, cranberry jelly, goats cheese, sprouts and turkey breast for a late lunch so I didn’t need dinner.

Now it’s time for sleep. I hope to enjoy a lazy Sunday tomorrow.

Nite all.

Inking Concerns

All three of my adult children have tattoos, so this information concerns me …

*** Why I regret my tattoos…from someone that has over 25 of them including a full sleeve! (the last time I posted this, it triggered people BADLY).

I got tattooed during a time in my life when I wasn’t fully informed about what was going into my body or what I was allowing onto my skin. Back then, it was about art, self expression and creative identity. Today, I see it differently.

Tattoos are not harmless. I don’t care what anyone says. Not the artist. Not your friend. Not anyone. Anyone who says they are, is lying.

Here’s what they don’t tell you when that needle touches your skin…

💉Red ink often contains mercury sulphide (cinnabar) - a toxic heavy metal linked to allergic reactions, skin inflammation and systemic toxicity. Many people will say ‘that’s old ink, the new ink doesn’t contain that’ and yet a study done in 2023 showed that a shocking 30% of UK tattoo studios were using ink that DID contain mercury.

💉Black ink, the most commonly used, contains carbon black, which may be contaminated with polycyclic aromatic hydrocarbons (PAHs) - classified as Group 2B carcinogens by the International Agency for Research on Cancer.

💉Many tattoo pigments also include lead, arsenic, cadmium, and aluminium…heavy metals with known neurotoxic and carcinogenic effects.

💉Tattoo ink particles don’t stay in the skin. They travel through your bloodstream and often accumulate in the lymph nodes, where they can disrupt immune function and remain for life.

💉When exposed to UV light or laser removal, these inks can break down into even more dangerous substances, including formaldehyde, benzene, and hydrogen cyanide…all linked to cancer.

This isn’t just about what’s in the ink… it’s about what happens to it after it’s in your body.

Studies have shown that tattoo pigment doesn’t just sit harmlessly in your skin. It’s actively transported through the lymphatic system and stored in your lymph nodes… the very part of your body responsible for filtering toxins and supporting your immune system. Over time, those nodes can become discoloured, inflamed and overloaded… and nobody can tell you what that does to your health over 10, 20, 30 years, because the long term data simply isn’t there.

This is a global industry worth billions and yet long term human safety data is incredibly limited. You are essentially part of a long term experiment the moment you get tattooed.

In Europe, regulations like the REACH Regulation have only recently started restricting certain pigments and chemicals in tattoo inks… which should make you ask a very simple question… if they’re only just being restricted now, what have people been exposed to for decades before that?

Even more concerning… research has found nanoparticles from tattoo ink, particularly carbon black, can move beyond the skin barrier entirely. Nanoparticles behave very differently in the body… they can penetrate cells, cross biological barriers and potentially interfere with normal cellular function in ways we still don’t fully understand.

Also, you need to consider your immune response… your body doesn’t recognise tattoo ink as “safe.” It recognises it as a foreign substance. That’s why your immune system constantly tries to break it down… for the rest of your life. That low grade, chronic immune activation isn’t something people think about when they’re sat in a tattoo chair.

Recent studies have started exploring the link between tattoo inks and various cancers, especially skin cancers, lymphoma and other immune related cancers as well as auto immune disorders (any wonders on how I got Hodgkin’s lymphoma?!) While research is ongoing, the emerging evidence is deeply concerning …especially when you consider how unregulated tattoo inks are in many countries.

I didn’t know this. I wish I had. Now, as someone who lives as clean and naturally as possible…from what I eat to what I put on my skin, my tattoos feel like the one thing I can’t take back. They’re a permanent reminder of a version of myself who didn’t yet understand the consequences.

I’m not saying every single person with tattoos is going to get sick. I’m saying we were never given the full picture to make that choice properly. And if something is going into your body permanently… you deserve to know everything about it.

This isn’t about shaming or triggering anyone. It’s about awareness… and about true informed choices.

If you’re considering a tattoo, I urge you to research the ingredients, the risks, the long term impacts. If you already have tattoos, know that detox is possible to a degree and awareness is the first step.

We deserve to know what we’re being sold as “art.”***

I’m doing very poorly in the footy tipping comp this week and I’m not happy about it.

Adoring Husband and I started watching ‘The Madison’ on Paramount today. Quite emotional and a bit intense. An interesting study on human behaviour in different generations and how they navigate different life scenarios. I’m not sure how I’m feeling about it. I do think Michelle Pfeiffer is great in this role.

BGWLBH and I were going to run a stall at the local markets today, but time got away from us and the day loomed faster than we expected, so we were not properly prepared. We’ll do the next one in June.

I caught the bus into the bay on Thursday. I needed a few things and had to put lotto on, then I waited in the hot sun for 25 minutes until the bus drove right by me and didn’t pick me up! I contacted AH, who was playing golf, and he drove all the way in to pick me up - an expensive trip, considering the price of diesel fuel right now!

BGWLBH and I spent the day in The Bay on Friday. She had a nail appointment and worked in the Crafty Bee while I enjoyed some shopping. I bought a top and found one for BGWLBH to purchase for my birthday.

I found a beautiful dress for Hazie, did some grocery shopping, sat with a cup of tea for quite some time and just relaxed. Two full days in a row was quite tiring though. I’m getting too old for this $#%+!

I would like a quiet bedroom day tomorrow.

Right now, it’s sleep time for me.

Nite all.

Easter is Here

I enjoyed Good Friday morning with The Gypsy and we didn’t inspect the property because somebody put in an offer and a deposit the evening prior. It wasn’t meant to be for The Gypsy this time.

We had three hours together and delved into one of our deep, meaningful and philosophical discussions. So exhausting, but in such a good way.

I had some nice cuddles with Narla the beautiful husky dog.

Adoring Husband collected me at 1.30pm so I filled in the time until the football came on at 3pm, by making 50 sausage rolls. I froze 40 of them and we ate ten of them for lunch.

Two fabulous games of footy for the evening, both of which I tipped correctly.

Today (Saturday) was much quieter and very relaxing. 

I had a late start, took Harley out to play, tended my vegetable garden, made some prawn toast for brunch then sat down for the newest series of Jet lag the game on YouTube. 

Adoring Husband mowed the front lawn and then joined me in the lounge room to watch another old Dean Martin and Jerry Lewis movie on YouTube.

“Fend for yourself” night meant pizza for BGWLBH, pork chop for AH and dim sims for me.

Another two games of football to watch and I took a calculated risk by tipping St George to defeat Cowboys, but unfortunately it did not pay off, so I’ve slipped from top spot in the tipping comp to 2nd.

I expect to be very busy tomorrow with lots of chores around the house, like washing and cooking and cleaning so that I can spend all day Monday in bed. I haven’t had a bed day for weeks.

Now I need to sleep.

Nite all.

Almost Easter

It was a touch windy this morning, but still nice enough to enjoy morning tea with my art girls.

The Lions Park was a hive of activity with the fishing club preparing for the big Easter Fishing Classic, but we found a spare seat for the four of us who turned up and spent the next 2.5 hours catching up.

It had been six weeks since Klokka and I attended a morning tea, so there was a lot to catch up on.

There were also a lot of people out with their dogs. I spied 3 Dachshunds, a Dalmatian, a Chow puppy, a very large Mastiff, a Poodle, a Staffy and a couple Bitsas (bit of this and a bit of that). They were all very well behaved (the dogs AND the people).

Afterwards, I rode my trike to the shopping centre where I purchased enough meat for the weekend and grabbed a few groceries from the supermarket and thankfully, I had a tail wind for most of the ride home.

It was after midday when I arrived home and I prepped everything for a beef stew and popped it in the oven before making my lunch and parking my butt on the couch to watch some telly.

I didn’t sleep well last night so I lay down for a nap. When the timer went off for the stew in the oven, Harley ‘woofed’ me awake! What a clever boy.

Adoring Husband came home from golf early and I served dinner at 5.10pm - seems to be getting earlier and earlier!

We played trivia for an hour before the football came on. A shocking result with Manly defeating the Dolphins 52-18. Who’da thunk!?!?

Now I need to sleep because I’m going to inspect a property with The Gypsy in the morning.

Nite all.

FYI

This is important …

Australian Prime Minister Address 1/04/2026

Three minutes and ten seconds. That's how long it took for the Prime Minister of Australia to tell you to change your life, reduce your movement, and sacrifice your freedom for "the greater good." Sound familiar? It should. You've heard this speech before. Last time it was a virus. This time it's fuel. The script hasn't changed. Only the prop has.

Let's go through it line by line because every sentence in this address was engineered.

"Go about your business and your life as normal. Enjoy your Easter." That's Stage 1. Reassurance. The verbal sedative. The same tone they used in February 2020 when they told you COVID was low risk and there was no need to change your behaviour. Two months later they locked you in your house.

"Don't take more fuel than you need. Just fill up like you normally would." That's the seed of rationing planted as a friendly suggestion. When a Prime Minister tells you how much fuel to buy, you are no longer living in a free market. You are being managed. Today it's a suggestion. Tomorrow it's a limit. The week after it's an app on your phone tracking your purchases. You've seen this before. "Just wear the mask." "Just get the jab." "Just show your papers." Always "just."

"If you can switch to catching the train or bus or tram to work, do so." There it is. Stage 3. Voluntary behaviour change. The same stage they used before the lockdowns. "If you can work from home, do so." Remember that? Remember how "if you can" became "you will"? Remember how "voluntary" became a fine, then an arrest, then rubber bullets on the steps of the Shrine of Remembrance?

"That builds our reserves and saves fuel for people who have no choice but to drive. Farmers and miners and tradies." He's already sorting you into categories. Essential and non-essential. The very same division that destroyed small businesses, crushed livelihoods, and decided that your job, your income, your right to earn a living was less important than someone else's. Who decides what's essential? He does. Not you. Never you.

"If the global situation gets worse and our fuel supplies are seriously disrupted over the long term, we can coordinate the next steps together." Read that again slowly. "Coordinate the next steps." That is the language of control dressed in the clothing of cooperation. "Together" is the word every authoritarian government uses right before it acts unilaterally. "We're all in this together." You heard that one for two straight years while they fined you for sitting on a park bench and arrested you for not wearing a mask on a beach.

Now here's what he didn't say.

He didn't say why Australia, a nation sitting on some of the largest natural energy reserves on the planet, is dependent on imported fuel. He didn't say why we shut down our domestic refining capacity and made ourselves vulnerable to exactly this situation. He didn't say why successive governments sold off strategic assets and let our fuel sovereignty disappear. He didn't say why we have no strategic petroleum reserve worth speaking of when the United States, Japan, and most of Europe maintain reserves measured in months. He didn't announce a single plan to increase domestic fuel production. Not one.

Because he doesn't want to solve the problem. A solved problem doesn't require emergency powers. A solved problem doesn't give you the authority to tell 26 million people how to live, how to travel, and how much fuel they're allowed to buy.

He cut fuel excise in half for three months. That's the lolly they give the child before the needle. In three months, when the cut expires and the war is still raging and fuel is still expensive, you'll already be conditioned. You'll already be catching the bus. You'll already be driving less. You'll already be accepting the new normal. And then the "voluntary" measures will quietly become policy, just like "two weeks to flatten the curve" quietly became two years of your life stolen.

This is the same government that:

• Locked millions of Australians in their homes for months

• Fired rubber bullets at unarmed protesters

• Arrested a pregnant woman in her pyjamas for a Facebook post

• Closed state borders and trapped citizens in their own country

• Forced people to choose between an experimental injection and their livelihood

• Locked entire housing towers of the poorest people in Melbourne inside with armed guards and no notice

• Told you church wasn't essential but bottle shops were

• Let BLM protests proceed while fining families for visiting their grandparents

• Signed secret contracts with pharmaceutical companies and refused to release the terms

• Oversaw a hotel quarantine system so incompetent it spread the very virus it was supposed to contain

And not one of them has been held accountable. Not one has apologised. Not one has been charged.

These are the people now asking you to trust them with your fuel supply. To voluntarily change your behaviour. To think of others. To comply for the greater good.

The greater good. The two most dangerous words in the English language. Every atrocity in human history was committed in the name of the greater good. Every right you lost during COVID was taken for the greater good. Every freedom you surrendered was demanded for the greater good.

This address was not about fuel. This was a conditioning exercise. They are measuring your compliance threshold. They are testing whether you've forgotten. They are betting on your short memory and your willingness to obey.

Prove them wrong.

Do not forget what they did. Do not trust the people who brutalised you to protect you. Do not hand over one more freedom to a government that has never returned the last ones it took.

They're running the same play. Don't fall for it twice.

Really important.

Nite all.

Quietly Does It

This has been well known for at least a decade, but mainstream media and medicine still keep it quiet - big pharma have too much to lose, but you need to know …

“The Higher Your LDL, The Longer You're Going To Live." Cardiologist DrAseemMalhotra & Study Co-Author.

"The Greater The Financial Interest In A Given Field, The Less Likely The Research Findings Are to be True."

"The Most Lucrative Drug In The History Of Medicine Are Statins."

$19 Billion Dollar Profit Industry Totalling 818 Million Prescriptions Annually.

"The Benefit Of Statins For Both Low Risk & High Risk Primary Prevention Is ONLY 1%...1 In 100."

"There Is No Correlation Between Elevated LDL Level & Events Of Cardiovascular Disease. In Fact, It's The Inverse. There Is A Correlation Between Higher LDL Level & Longevity." 

"The Higher The LDL, The Longer You're Going To Live, Because It Has A Vital Role In Your Immune System." 

"Just Because Cholesterol Is At The Scene Of the Crime, Doesn't Mean It's The Perpetrator."

Cholesterol is trying to clear the inflammation & put out the fire caused by other lifestyle issues in order to get the body to return to Homeostasis.

Atherosclerosis Is An Inflammatory Disease, Not A Cholesterol Disease or A Statin Deficiency.  

A Fireman shows up to put out a fire. He's not the cause of the fire. Cholesterol shows up to put out the fire of Inflammation in the Arterial Wall. Cholesterol is not the cause of the Inflammation that turns to Plaque.     

Eliminate The Root of The Inflammation Which Causes The Damage & Atherosclerosis:   

Chronic Stress

High Blood Pressure  

Type 2 Diabetes

Obesity

Smoking 

Sugar Consumption  

Carbohydrates/Insulin Resistance  

Ultra Processed Foods  

Seed Oils  

Environmental Toxins  

Poor Sleep  

Low Vitamin D Level  

Low Magnesium Level   

Lack of Exercise

These Are All Modifiable Risk Factors. Most Chronic Disease Happens Within Us, It Does Not Happen To Us.

I’ve had a very quiet weekend. 

I did a little art, watched lots of sports (football, golf, darts), cooked (home made sausage rolls, bangers and mash, tuna patties, spinach and roast pumpkin salad and goat curry), napping, Harley play, gardening and not much else.

We ate my first batch of beans from the garden - yum.

I made an avatar of myself with the Apple Playground app. I gave it my photo and gave the instructions - old - long grey hair - white shirt - cowboy hat with frayed edges - lots of silver pendant jewellery and this is what it gave me …

A very flattering version of a female that looks a little like me.

I have a fairly busy week ahead of me - meditation tomorrow followed by a visit with The Gypsy who is house sitting in town for a week, Wednesday in the bay, morning tea with my art girls on Thursday, then we are hit with Easter!

We all know that we need to hibernate for 4 days while the town is overrun with Easter holiday makers for the annual fishing classic.

Ugh.

Right now, it’s time to sleep.

Nite all.

Overdoing It

I’ve spent a LOT of time in the Bay this week.

On Wednesday, for the first time in 9 years, I caught the bus into the Bay for some solo time. The fare was 50c - last time I caught it, the price was $2.70 one way.

It was a pleasant trip that took one hour. It didn’t feel like an hour. There were 13 passengers and we got every green light, including the roadworks light. Lucky!

I will happily do it again.

I enjoyed 3 hours by myself, browsing the shops (I found nothing to purchase), did some grocery shopping, sat down for a green juice at The Jam Jar and then called Adoring Husband to pick me up. He had a couple of errands to run so had driven into town about 20 minutes before my call, so the timing was perfect.

On Thursday, BGWLBH had to work at the craft store, so I came into town with her and had some more ‘me’ time.

We drove into town in her courtesy car - she had left her car with the dealer because her car key wasn’t working efficiently and they were supposedly recalibrating it. The courtesy car was a Nissan X-trail and I REALLY liked it (as a passenger). Very comfortable seats and less road noise than most cars.

Today we returned the courtesy car, so spent another couple of hours in the bay.

I’ve certainly overdone it this week and I’m feeling a bit weary. I’ll need a few days to ‘recalibrate’ myself!

Wednesday night for dinner, was chicken saltimbocca with vegetables, Thursday was spaghetti bolognese and this afternoon I crumbed some raw prawn cutlets and cooked them for myself. It seems that Friday AND Saturday are now ‘fend for yourself’ night.

Tonight I thoroughly enjoyed two games of footy. Tigers thrashed the top of the ladder Warriors and my beloved Broncos defeated the Dolphins. I didn’t tip the Tigers but I’m very happy that they won.

I did some art while the footy was on and will hopefully do some more tomorrow. I plan a very quiet and relaxing weekend.

Before I sign off, I need to mention the my Schumann Wave Signal Generator is working a treat and I’ve had three full days without any pain - first time that’s happened in about 3 years. It’s wonderful.

Now it’s time to sleep.

Nite all.

My World is Uneventful

Struggling to fall asleep for a few nights and then staying in bed til 9.30am because my energy levels were too low. Last night was a bit tricky because I had to wake early for meditation. Today I ran on 4 hours sleep.

Meditation was great and I didn’t get to spend time with The Gypsy because she had a house inspection for her rental property and had to go straight home.

I came home to finish watching Virgin River and was devastated that my favourite character was involved in a motor bike accident right at the end of the season! Now I have to wait until next season to see if he survives!

😭

My footy tips over the weekend were disappointing so I have some catching up to do this week.

Adoring Husband has been working super hard on the new path and also trying to find an electrician because he accidentally cut through some underground power lines and cut the power to the pool kitchen. NOT his fault because the last electrician didn’t lay them deep enough in the ground. Annoying.

I think I’m going to catch the bus into the bay tomorrow. I feel like some “me” time.

For now, I’d best catch up on some lost sleep.

Happy birthday to my Vegan Chickie for yesterday and to Mr Perfect for Thursday. Lots of birthdays in the first half of the year for me.

Nite all.