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I really feel like writing about video games tonight. I cannot. I wrote a few months ago about how my wife’s grandfather had been hospitalized. He had some ups and downs but is currently on the down that the doctors are saying is the end. So we went to say our goodbyes before we would not have the chance to.

The man is ninety-nine years old. Born in nineteen-hundred and fourteen. All things considered? He could have been a right ass about an American wanting to marry his granddaughter. Because we all have our reasons. But he, like the entirety of my wife’s family, have all been really welcoming to me. I am really lucky in that regard.

So as I sit here, at my giant computer screen, contemplating my ""issues"" I realize a lot. And not so much. And I think I need a little bit of sleep.