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While I don't always take the time, I try to look at local news from time to time.  The problem?  Even here in Utah, most news is filtered through the idolatry and heresy of liberals in SLC.  While the lean is thinner, the intent is no less strong.  Still, sometimes on local news, some of their reporters almost forget that it is their job to reeducate Americans and the story is just that.  Mostly.  Grumpy much?  Shut it, a life time of immoral jerks attempting to indoctrinate me with their evil is simply getting it's due.

In these next stories, you see tragedy on the little scale.  Sometimes with a better ending, sometimes not.  This first group of stories shows people living their lives and doing what they do and finding themselves out of all bounds, sometimes to finality.  The first is about a man, leading his life, who has a stroke.  The next story is an ongoing tale, which means I will be seeing what happens next.  Two men, climbing in the mountains I have some hopes of maybe climbing myself.  The last is of a family man who, despite all his hard work at being healthy, lost his life in the oddest of ways.  Sympathy and empathy are easy here, and given.  Don't just sit there, consider this an informal prayer request.  We can't if you and I can.

Next, a story in which it is difficult to have any positive feelings toward the lead, save that he didn't kill anyone else while acting self-destructively.  Oh, I can't say I don't pray for the man.  I hope he finds his way back, learns his lesson as we all sometimes get that opportunity, and all.  But more it is hoped that he doesn't get this kind of opportunity again, or soon, if at all.  Throwing stones?  Well, if to this extent, I am throwing stones at myself, not in a glass house.  And I took extra time to learn my lesson, turning down the chance to drive again even without having been in an accident, until I was sure I could get it right.

And this story just caught my eye.  Gaming as a means of staving off dementia?  Well, it seems to be the case.  Now there are caveats, holes big enough to drive a truck through, and many reasons to disagree (internet access is fraught with as much moral peril as is possible with alcohol consumption, or more... it's the stuff you don't see coming that seems to get people the worst?).  But by and large, my guess is that they are onto something.  I actually use my game play, if at a much higher level, to test my functioning.  If I can't seem to tie my shoes, so to speak, in game, I know life outside is not going to be any better. Sometimes I can still push through but it is as thin and weak as sewing thread.  But if I can remember where the loot is or find it all, zap a group or better waves of pesky mobs, and take down the boss or mini-boss, and sometimes all at once and in short order?  Then I am ready to... go grocery shopping.  *sigh*  Hey, it's about as good as I get.

Well, just some regional and local news, and a bit to say about it.  At least they have a forum where people can chime in.  I use Doom there too, or some variant of the name, back when I tried.  Beside being a seeming naysayer, I think the name has bad polling numbers...  I certainly wouldn't run as Mayor Doom, for sure.  :p

The cat litter has been policed and replaced, if the boxes did not get washed the ones I placed outside to air the last change smell... comparatively sweeter.  I used the last of the 'old school' cat litter, so next week I should be using the new stuff.  I sure hope it works.  I got the easy to get trash.  Of course in the kitchen receptacles, but also all the little refuse nugget holders around the house.  I am absolutely amazed how much a one gallon bucket sized container can hold.  Weight lifting done for the day, too!  I even remembered the bathroom chunk bucket this time.  That thing has been overflowing for a month or two now.  Yeah, yeah, mother, I'm... right on that.  I have left the main kitchen garbage container outside to air out.  Oh, and I opened the windows and front door, turning the fan on as well.  Mostly for the dust of the cat litter, atm, since I haven't cleaned yet so I am not sure how much just fresh air will help.  Surface, surface, we need fresh air!  Still, I am sure it will help.  All good, all good.  The alarm only went on for eight minutes before I heard and responded, too.  Actually maybe a little less.  That is when I turned it off, and I had already responded by bagging one more bag of recyclables, and started fidgeting with some other stuff when the alarm finally became intolerable.  Nerves, synaptic firing, misplaced signals, out of time sync reactions, whatever.  Shut up.  :p