No comfort from the 6:00 news

Watching the news is really strange when you know the person who's in the story. You try extra hard to make out their face, doubt the news reporter when they say she's expected to make a full recovery, get mad when they brag they were the only news team on scene, that's not the point of the story. Why don't they give more information? Why don't they tell you that you can get updates somewhere? Why are the people online turning this into a debate about closing hiking trails?

Every single story on there, as minor as it may seem to me, affects someone. Someone is out there with questions, sobbing to see someone air lifted away, searching everywhere they can to get more answers and frustrated knowing that they can't bug the people that would be able to give them more answers.

I don't know my readers well enough to know if you're praying folks, but if you are please please please pray that she's going to be ok.

Deja Vu

It's a strange feeling that I'm experiencing in a way by choice. Same smells, touches, tastes, sounds, sights, emotions, conversations. Has anything changed? I mean it's like it was in, well, not quite July, but certainly late August. Here I thought I was growing up, maturing, making better decisions. Maybe I'm not making bad ones or worse ones, but they're the sames ones. And I'm liking to think I have the upper hand when maybe I don't at all. I'm not calling the shots even though I pretend that I am. And I'm still the one doing the work and getting none of the credit. I'll snap out of it sooner or later...I hope.