The game proceeds.

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After that zombie play day, where I hadn't slept for a day when I started trying to get that difficult trophy?  Well, it turns out there is a good reason I didn't earn it earlier.  I had found two of the sections where you could save.  I also found stats you needed to have before progressing.  The first stat for the first section, 14 kills, I reached.  The next section suggested you needed to have 48 kills.  I kept going over, and over, and over this section because I could not get that number.  I decided, the next day, that I would give it three tries, then just go on with the game, coming back to this section sometime in the future, eventually, maybe.  I ended up giving it only two tries, then just... went on with the rest of the run.  Since I knew I wouldn't get it I considered just ignoring the targets out of protest.  But... I'm not a protester.  So, I killed everything I could.  Near the end, knowing I couldn't get the prize, I just finished off a few, not even that close to the end of the run, and... *ding*  Trophy!  Stupid stats were simply wrong.  But it had made me practice, practice, practice.  I wonder how long before this I could have gotten the trophy though, since I wouldn't complete the run until I had this bogus stat.  I actually, now, thinking back on it, don't think there are enough mobs to kill to even possibly get that high of a stat number.  Never mind.

I am zipping through the game at quite a clip now.  With most of the puzzles figured out, most techniques for bosses and mini-bosses down, and just a few mini-mini-bosses to puzzle, game life is grand.  While I can't always remember, unless something goes with the words heard or read, a game offers neither words to read or hear.  What is offered for memory is success.  That I can sink my memory teeth into.  Further, when I go back and play games from a year ago, I... still remember quite well.  At some point memory fades a bit, and I have to rethink things at some points, but it comes back rather quickly.  Yes, this sometimes surprises me.

I didn't get to bed until almost 6:00 and I didn't get up until 15:00 again.  Oh well.  The girls have been fed, and petted while they ate.  They got their "morning" pep talk and sweet nothings too.  Sam is out enjoying the last of the 'good life'.  She so loves the summer, and the outside, save in the hottest of times.  She really should be a California or Hawaii cat.  Sassy is good wherever, liking it inside much better 90% of the time.  Of course, this is the only place Sam knows or has ever known, so... I think she is good with it, mostly.  Besides, unless she came up with the money to move and the political power to break the liberal lock on those states... we stay.  *grins*

Good day.