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Tuesday, January 2, 2018

U.S. Researchers Now Allowed to Experiment With the Deliberate Mutation of Dangerous Pathogens │ Is Coffee Entirely Healthy for Us?

Today I have been experiencing the apprehensions and insecurities associated with withdrawing from the alcohol that I had been consuming in abundance since New Year's Eve.

It had taken me a couple of day's to adjust back to normalcy after several days of Christmas drinking, too.

I felt no need yesterday to cut myself off, but I did manage to ease through the afternoon without getting hammered. 

I was feeling lonely and uneasy, so after my younger brother Mark and his girlfriend Bev ─ who had spent the night here with Mark ─ left early in the afternoon, I soon had my first stiff drink of spiced rum poured, and I set about finding a Christmas movie to watch.

My first choice was a bad one ─ there was little about the movie that was uplifting. In fact, it was depressing: Christmas, Again. Even when there seemed that there might be a romantically happy ending in the works, the possibility was utterly dashed.

The next Christmas movie I watched was a comedy: The Night Before. I felt no identification with any of the characters, but it did have some comedic strength, and I needed to laugh after that first movie.

By the time it had finished after 7:00 p.m., Mark was back home, and so I tuned in episodes of three of the T.V. series we follow: Midnight, Texas; Shooter; and The Last Ship

I had too much trouble after that finding a decent source for the comedy we wanted to watch, so we gave up and tuned in regular T.V. news programming ─ it was around 10:10 p.m. by then.

Mark headed on up to his bedroom around 10:45 p.m., for he would have to be getting up this morning anywhere from 4:10 a.m. to 4:20 a.m. to start his workday.  

I may not have gotten to bed for another hour. I was sorely tempted to watch yet another Christmas movie and continue drinking, but some sense prevailed.

My sleep was considerably fractured during the second half of my night, and it may have been around 7:19 a.m. at latest when I checked the time and decided to rise for the day.

I was to find myself home alone ─ Mark and both of my stepsons had gone to work.

I spent the morning getting most of a new post set up at Latin Impressions, one of my six hosted websites. Where visitors are concerned, this is the least visited of my six websites.

According to WordPress, over the previous 28 days, there were absolutely no visitors from (and including) December 5 - 12; December 18; December 22 - 27; and December 31.

So that is a total of 16 days out of 28 days wherein there were no visitors ─ that's pathetic for a website that has been online since at least early 2010.

It rather makes it discouraging to be working on a new post for the website, for my posts require about 10 days to complete.

But despite that disappointment, and the anxiety I have been feeling today as I resist emboldening myself with some alcohol, I did perform the four sets of pull-ups out in the backyard tool shed that I try to force myself to do each day (albeit I had skipped both of the preceding two days due to my drinking).

I then fixed up a filling-but-dull first meal of the day and was engaged in eating it when ─ just after 2:00 p.m. ─ my wife Jack arrived home unexpectedly from Vancouver where she spends most of her time.

She expressed needing to nap, and said that she would have to work later this afternoon ─ probably at the Thai restaurant over near Guildford where she has been putting in a couple of days early in each week for the past two months or more.

It was shortly after 4:00 p.m. when she re-emerged from the bedroom; and about 4:20 p.m. had left. Her youngest son Poté had just driven home into the open carport, so they had some conversation before she left. Perhaps they even exchanged a hug, for she has not been home since last Wednesday afternoon.

I hope so.

Anyway, she'll be back this evening to spend the night.

I read an unsettling article earlier today about research involving the deliberate mutating of disease pathogens ─ apparently the U.S. lifted a ban in December that had supposedly halted such meddling.

I was unaware there had been such a ban.

Here's the article:

HSIonline.com

And here is the article that was left as a reference, but which did not have a link allowing access to it:

NYtimes.com

Even if the States had maintained the ban, there are so darned many other countries in the world that are probably active in this field anyway.

There really is nowhere to hide unless you are financially independent and willing to live somewhere that could essentially isolate you from the rest of the world.

A more pleasant article involves something that I have made mention of several times recently, but it's great having this sort of awareness reinforced ─ the topic concerns coffee, and how evidence indicates that the more of it a person drinks on a daily basis, the less likely he or she is to die from practically anything (except of course accidents or mayhem):

DrMicozzi.com

Would you like an article that examines opposing evidence, and which cautions that coffee may actually not be as beneficial (or even benign) as some of the reports about the studies broadcast?

This detailed article is fairly long, but not technical:

LifeSpa.com

Bummer, eh?

I am going to close today's post with this old photo ─ the description beneath it is from the Google Plus album where I have the scanned image filed: 

That is my mother Irene Dorosh.

I have no details on the photo, but I expect that her husband Alex took the shot.

As for when, it could have been during the decade of the 1970s, but the 1980s are not out of the question.

They sometimes went on chartered tours of the U.S.S.R. and the Ukraine, so I would suggest the photo was taken in that part of the world.
By the way, I've just gotten a bit of a kick in the teeth from the Canadian Amazon website.

They have rejected my affiliate or associate account because I "have not referred three qualified sales within in 180-days of sign-up."

That "within in" grammatical error is theirs ─ I copied that quote exactly as it arrived.

Happy New Year....
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