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I hate this. The love of my life died on may 6th 2023. He was almost 22. December 23 would’ve been our fifth anniversary. He said he was gonna throw me a great surprise party for my birthday this December. We were going back to college this summefall. Our cats turn 3 in August. We were planning to get engaged soon, I’m still wearing the pandora promise ring he got me three or four years ago. A few years ago he showed me an engagement ring he wanted to order me, but I wanted to wait until Covid was over and we were financially independent. I want my love back. If I was a writer I could fill a book up with just some of how amazing he is.
I hate the fact that I’m a widow but because we waited too long I don’t get to check that box when I fill out forms. I hate that the only people that immediately recognize me as a widow is other widows. Hell the only reason I’m getting even close to what a widow would get is because of how amazing and loving his family is. I hate I never got to call them in laws.
The last two texts I got from him were him telling me I had nothing to worry about and that our cats were doing good. The last time I touched him while he was still warm I was doing cpr while waiting for ems. I don’t know if he died before or after I found him.
I’m not even sure how he died yet, our best guess before final testing comes back is a freak heart attack. The only thing they saw physically in the autopsy was a severe blockage in his LAD artery (which supplies half of the hearts oxygen). There’s still so many questions we’re waiting for the answers on, which isn’t helping me process any of this at all. I feel like once I have the accurate story of what happened then maybe I’ll be able to work through it better.
The next time I saw him was lying on a table covered in makeup, the embalming made his muscles all stiff and hard. He was cold, colder than I realized he’d be. He didn’t need to be embalmed (his funeral was exactly a week after death and the private visitations were even earlier than that) but that wasn’t my choice, and there was probably some stupid unnecessary local law about it anyways. Even before he died I hated how messed up the funeral industry is. But seeing the person I love most go through it really cements my views. For my loved ones sake I hope that when I die the industry is less predatory and embalming heavy.
I just want my brain to accept what happened and actually feel what I’m feeling. He’s gone but it still feels like I’ll see him in like a month or something. I hate just feeling like I’m gonna see him everyday when I come home or when I wake up in the morning, but then he’s just not there.
Obviously I don’t want this to be real but it is. My therapist keeps saying that my brain and my heart aren’t aligned yet. I just want to feel my grief again, I haven’t felt the grief fully since his funeral.
It’s like everyone else stopped talking about him after that first week and I still have so much to say but so few to say it to. Like everyone’s being cautious with me, but I need to talk and I need to feel the loss. I want people to be direct and ask the hard questions. It’s like they all think if we talk about him I’ll break. I’m already broken, talking about him isn’t gonna make him die again. Without the conversations it doesn’t feel real.
Sometimes I wish he wasn’t cremated so I’d at least have a cemetery plot I could go visit him at. Or if I had seen him before autopsy and embalming maybe that would’ve made it real. Maybe if we had his body instead of his urn at the funeral it might’ve set in, because grieving with others seems to have helped me a lot during that first week.
I hate living in this weird dream-like state. I hate hanging out with him in my dreams and waking up to him not existing anymore. I keep thinking I’ll hear his voice again, have him hold me again, get to play with his beautiful hair, but I can’t and my brain just refuses to understand. I wish I knew how long this fog will last.

Company Name	Title	City
Apria Healthcare	Respiratory Therapist - RT - $5,000 Recruitment & Retention bonus	Baton Rouge
Copart	Flex Force - Truck & Trailer Driver Class A	Central
Prairie Farms	Plant Maintenance Mechanic	Hammond
Apria Healthcare	Branch Support Specialist (Customer Service)	Harahan
The S/L/A/M Collaborative	Architectural Designer	New Orleans
Copart	Tow Truck 2-Car Driver	Shreveport
NeelSchaffer Inc	Director of Information Technology	Baton Rouge
CureCare	Per Diem Home Infusion Registered Nurse	Alexandria
Synergy International Healthcare Services	Family Nurse Practitione Physician Assistant	Alexandria
Fonemed	Telehealth Triage Nurse	Alexandria
Fonemed	Telehealth Triage Nurse	Baton Rouge
St. Tammany Health System	Certified Nursing Assistant - FT - General Medicine - Night Shift - $2,500.00 Incentive	Covington
Delta College	Multiple Student Practical Nurse Instructor	Covington
Stefanie A. Schultis, MD, Gynecology, Regenerative Medicine, Hormone Pellet Therapy Men & Women	Women's Health Nurse Practitioner	Covington
St. Tammany Health System	LPN - Pediatrics/PICU - Full Time (Days)	Covington
St. Tammany Health System	LPN Unit Assistant Per Diem - Emergency Care Services	Covington
Northshore Dermatology	Nurse Practitioner	Hammond
Allen Parish Community Healthcare	Registered Nurse	Kinder
CureCare	Registered Nurse - Home Infusion - RN	Lafayette
PATH Behavioral Healthcare	APRN or PMHNP	Lafayette
Jobot	RN Cross Training	Livingston
Compassus	Registered Nurse / RN Hospice	Mandeville
Restore Hyper Wellness	Part-time Registered Nurse	Mandeville
Compassus	Hospice Aide	Mandeville
CureCare	Registered Nurse - Home Infusion - RN	Mansfield

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Rapidement deja, bonjour a tous : je suis surtout coureur et traileur. Au gré d'une opération des ligaments de la cheville,, la muscu a été le seul sport qui m'a été permis après l'abandon des béquilles. Mais voilà, j'ai aimé ça. Donc je garde mes sorties course a pied et je me suis fait un petit Home Gym banc + haltères + accessoires (type élastiques)
J'alterne 3 types de séances :
Séance A : Épaules et Dos Élévations frontales et latérales Developpe Arnold Pullover, shrug et Rowing
Séance B : Pec, bras et Abdos Ecarté couché, developpe couché serré Extension verticale triceps + curl biceps Flexion latérales et windmill
Séance C : leg et Abdos Front squat + exercice spécifique mollet Croix de fer haltère , leg curl Crunch debout et rotations buste
Je fais 2 A et 2 B dans une semaine Et une C en complément de la course a pied qui a cependant bien diminuée depuis l'opération. Donc en gros 5 séances/semaine
Sur la majeure partie des exercices je suis a 3x12 rep sauf exception (genre les flexions latérales ou je fais des séries vives, plus de rep et moins chargees)
Pensez vous que je suis dans le vrai? Que puis-je / dois-je modifier ?
Merci d'avance Sportivement !

Hello! Today my bf went to a hypnosis session in order to quit smoking and it was a disaster. The therapist used the image of his funeral (cause of death: cigarettes) with all his beloved crying for him in order to push on the sense of guilt to make him quit smoking. He came home completely angry, furious with her for using this reason in therapy. Did any of you pass through the same thing? Is this a normal phase? Was the therapist's method right or wrong? Thank you.

My stepfather passed away to an SC condition and I know my mother is eligible for DIC. Death certificates are taking forever to arrive, but the funeral home has uncertified copies. The VA knows he’s dead and stopped the 4k payment he was getting. Would they take the uncertified copies for DIC to start since they knew enough to stop the benefit?

TW: suicide
My sweet husband is so stressed. My mother-in-law is in shock. My father-in-law's family is angry and frustrated. Just an absolute mess. Couple of years ago they moved away from us, about a handful of hours away, and I thought then it was a bad idea. Mother-in-law was miserable there so she said she was leaving him and coming home. He was a lifelong alcoholic and just kind of a grumpy dude all around. He spent the day with his son, spoke on the phone with another son, and then got into an argument over a microwave with my mother-in-law. He went downstairs and pulled the trigger, twice somehow. My brother-in-law had to cut out carpet and drag a bloody recliner out of a basement.
The house he did it in, it's a generational farmstead where the whole family all converge for holidays, celebrations and now funerals. His father was actually born and passed away in this house. I think sadly now, it will be sold.
Funeral arrangements are being made. Several family members want to view his body so they have a different memory of the last time they saw him. My father-in-law was my husband's stepdad, and I think he's really struggling with feeling like a secondary family member. I keep trying to tell him he's just as much family as anyone else. I mean his stepdad was actually more in his life than his own children.
I just wish there was a book or manual or something to cling to for help or advice or just a fucking beacon in the night. My mother-in-law was already moving back and now that is a jumbled up mess. She has a new job lined up , but hardly anything moved and is good at playing the damsel in distress to get assistance when she's fully capable of doing it herself. But now I feel like we have to pull up and do it because of these circumstances. My husband was getting really good at putting a boundary down and communicating with her that she has to be self-reliant for the most part. We were just coming home from music festival when we got the call and I'm also sad that my husband just couldn't have a fun fucking weekend without anything bad happening.
We've been through some crazy shit in our short marriage, and he was nothing but supportive of me when my best friend was murdered. I just want to be supportive for him. There's just so many conflicting emotions. Has anyone been through anything like this?

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Summary: A demolition firm struggles to take down a damaged building for their mysterious clients
I Was a Foreman at the Grazer Tower Demolition
By now Grazer Tower has faded as a household name but to some the rumors and madness surrounding it refuse to die. The demolition of the massive three hundred twenty foot octagonal hotel left a gap in the Atlanta skyline but little fondness in anyone's hearts. I have no particular first hand insight into the freak lightning strikes on the 30th floor atrium which killed 13 people but I am willing to tell my side of the story about the demolition effort leading to the botched implosion. I tell this as a full, open, and honest disclosure. The legal maneuvering and ink has dried, all of the dead are buried, and all the bleeding stopped. The scars remain, the pain persists, the things I saw there are burned in my head even after they've been discredited into the conspiracy theory woodwork of the internet. The lightning storm struck on a Sunday afternoon and the next day for all we knew the bodies were still warm when a lawyer representing the owners of Grazer Tower entered our corporate office. I look back on it now with open and clear eyes and realize it was all very strange from the start when my Lead Foreman, Tom, and I were called into the meeting in progress.
The lawyer and now our client, looked like a fairly normal man in his mid thirties aside from his impeccably white suit which was ironed to the point of looking like stone rather than cloth. Beside the white suit his lips were an uncomfortable maroon and glossy. Besides this he spoke in a plain, clear, and disarming manner refraining from legalese and maintaining a firm but not imposing eye contract with whomever he was speaking directly to.
He told us in no uncertain terms he was instructed to contract with our firm to take down his client's building. Tom and I were shocked when we heard this after all, the lightning disaster, while tragic and perhaps undeservedly tarnishing in the short term to the Grazer Hotel's reputation, did not render the structure unusable nor unsafe to its surroundings. The worst damage was that the steel dome of the 30th floor atrium had collapsed into the vaulted restaurant and ballroom of the 29th floor but that's where the structure damage started and ended, in fact aside from the 28th, 29th, and 30th floor, city engineers working overnight already declared the building sound. So while perhaps still time consuming and costly, repairing the building was definitely possible and cost effective but owners, to make an analogy, were basically insisting on totaling a car after a minor parking lot fender bender. They gave us a specific date by which the building needed to be taken down. When our Boss, Jim, rebuffed the lawyer, not only because the date was challenging and soon but also because it was possible we could have it dropped BEFORE the date specified. The lawyer insisted the building go down on the date given – not later and not earlier. Jim swallowed hard and then glanced at Tom and I. Then the lawyer involved the name of the head of the owner's group, a Mr. Rohmer.
Mr. Rohmer, according to the lawyer, was offering our firm one hundred percent of the cost upfront and another twenty perfect of the total cost plus any overruns – stating if the implosion came early or late, it would mean all very little – no, that's no a typo, that's how the lawyer phrased it from his client, Mr. Rohmer. With that detail out of the way, you can see how the car totaling analogy breaks down considering the owners did not stand to profit from it's demolition – in fact quite the opposite.
The lawyer chuckled a bit to break the tension. He explained his clients and Mr. Rohmer in particular were an unorthodox bunch and then even insisted he wear the white suit in any of their dealings. The lawyer produced a tablet PC from his messenger bag and leveled it to Jim. On the tablet was all the banking confirmation codes ready to go for a direct deposit into our firms account alongside a contract. Jim seemed to hiccup or belch in excitement as he hurried around the short side of his desk to sign it since his stubby t-rex arms could not reach across his desk.
The firm was committed, we were committed – I was committed and I started to mentally cramp up over the challenges we all faced. The Grazer Hotel was in the middle of a dense urban grid. It had to be precise drop with virtually no margin for error. Jim poured us a dram of scotch from the bottle hidden under his desk. None of us a second thought about Rohmer's cryptic remark – after all, how often did you get a one hundred twenty perfect no-bid contract walk in off the street, out of the blue?
A combination of exhilaration over the money and anxiety over the work load kept us all from sleeping that night. Jim and Tom ended up going out and having a wild night to celebrate while I went home to mentally prepare not only myself but also my wife and kids. As a family they were staring down a month and a half of late nights and weekends with no dad. My wife was frustrated until I told her about the bonus and then she said she'd fill the lonely time making plans to send the kids to Disney World and then find a place for us to spend alone together. The promise of a much needed vacation after this only super charged the butterflies in my stomach further in anticipation of this challenging season ending.
As the assistant foreman I had office and on-site duties. Most of it was coordinating between the two. This included personnel, setting up site security – including guards and cameras to keep urban explorers and vagrants of out the dangerous site and satisfy OSHA hazardous work place safety requirements. The most challenging duty was site prep which included disposal of furnishings, removal of windows and other flourishes of the structure's facade which could become deadly shrapnel during an implosion. Fortunately, despite all of this, the nagging questions about permits and clean-up contracts were already handled by the lawyer. Rohmer's group also waived any rights to furnishings which means they could be unceremoniously hauled out in any way we chose to and disposed of.
Now I suppose some of these things should have came as red flags to me – or at least some one in the company but we all justified it as the group must have connects and short cuts to permits and it was a relatively new building, only about twenty years old in fact and furnishings – whether old or new probably weren't of any antique or sentimental value. All in all these were blessings since they freed our hands a bit and made a near impossible deadline more possible.
Of course the good news came with some bad news. The city engineers forbade us from working at the 28th, 29th, and 30th floors – unless we brought in a separate crew to stabilize those levels first. This was quite the fly in the ointment for the controlled implosion plan we sketched out. The 30th floor wasn't as much of a problem but the 29th floor ballroom and the weakening of the 28th floor meant we can't inspect for how compromised they were by the steel atrium dome. For all we knew if we blew the 27th floor on down the dome could shift and topple over the top three floors outside of the implosion safe zone, imperiling people and nearby structures.
I raised holy hell about it while Tom stood calm. It could take months to stabilize and clear those floors and far more money than I thought our eccentric client would pay in overruns. Jim waved me off mid sentence and simply told me he'd take care of it. That was good enough for Tom so it had to be good enough for me. I went back to my job – securing site and planning drop.
Although we had a problem with the top floor our saving grace lie in the basements. It had a three story subterranean parking garage, a basement level pool, and a utility sub-basement. We could easily smash the first ten or twelve floors into that deep footprint. Also the utility sub-basement gave us a clean cut off from the grid and a fairly convenient way to protect the surrounding grid without interruption. Still, at least part of our team would take have to take three weeks out of our six and change to handle the utilities.
The first week was hectic, they always were but we hit no major snags. By the end of it were on schedule and all of the parts were coming together. We thought maybe, just maybe, we were well on our way to an early Christmas bonus but nothing could prepare us for what was coming.
If you work on a site long enough and work anywhere on the site security reporting chain you're bound to get a few questionable reports from your night guys. Let's face it, for folks who are wake all night five or six nights a week poking around with flashlights chasing shadows, every building every where is haunted. I've been on the site security chain for thirteen years so it was easy for me to dismiss reports from the night guys about unusual glows on gutted floors and stairwells, elevators which moved on their own with no one calling for them or inside when they opened on a random floor, or the security cameras and cellphones constantly going offline on the 27th floor and the utility sub-basement.
I wasn't convinced anything of concern was going on until I got called on site by the test drilling team. This team was responsible for sampling the support materials to determine where it was best to place the explosives and what explosives would be best to use. They reported the interior supports were designed in an unusual way with a honey comb of unorthodox metals and concrete not reported on the building's records or blueprints. Specifically, they reported the concrete was impregnated by some kind of metal veins which gave off a bright shimmer. I was asked to come identify it but they claimed it disappeared by the time I arrived.
I was irate at the team and their supervisor for having me to come on down on site for something that sounded so wrong to begin with. They showed me a grainy cellphone video and told me they would swear on a stack of Bibles the sparkling compound welled up in the test coring like mercury, turned blood red and bled on the floor before disappearing into the torn up carpet. I chastised them for making this up and threatened to get new sub contractors if they kept wasting my time. I spoke with a separate sample team on the lower levels and they too discovered some unusual metal compositions – ones which were different then the ones found the top floors. One of the engineers speculated that the contrast in metals between the top and bottom floors could be cause the building to hold an electrical charge, like a battery or like a capacitor. Either way, the engineer said it would require more explosives than initially thought to take down the structure.
A couple of weeks later we were painfully behind – glass removal in particular was going slow because those contractors claimed they were constantly losing their toys. They also claimed one night to have cleared the top five floors on the east side of all their glass – only for all the windows to appear fully intact the next morning. I was forced to end their sub contract due to misrepresentation of work accomplished.
The glass wasn't the only thing slowing us down. The wire and plumbing removal was hindered by the wires somehow were fused to the pipes and in some places, the pipes were fused to the load-bearing members – we thought maybe it was due to the lightning strikes but that really didn't make sense since all of the wiring and plumbing otherwise seemed to work fine before we turned off the utilities. The only thing going for us was the helicopter loophole. Instead of accessing the 30th floor through the condemned floors we were able to get work teams on the atrium floor by helicopter. The bodies of the 13 were removed before we started working and before the atrium fully collapsed into the ballroom but the teams working on the roof reported many unusual artifacts including stained glass and Greek letters comprised of unusual amalgams of metal.
All of the strangeness culminated in the disappearance of one of the night time security guards named Phillipe. I say disappear because his girlfriend filed a missing persons report with the police and when they came to investigate Tom was busy with the atrium operations so the job fell to me. I walked the investigator through guard's smart phone filed reports from the previous evenings. Admittedly I was behind on my end approving the reports so I was embarrassed when things in the report took a turn. His reports including the same odd glows the others were reporting in the stairwells and seeing metallic veins throb on the walls.
His last reports stuck in my head: Report: Sub-basement 4 clear, 0312. Report: Sub-basement 5 clear, 0305. Report: Sub-basement 6 clear 0237.
His “all clear” reports documented levels of the building which did not exist and the further he went into the areas which did not exist, the automatic timestamps went backwards in time. It made no sense – unless he was confused as to where he was due to intoxication and there was software glitch with the timestamps. I was forced to give the investigator no firm explanation.
It's easy to write off a high security guard – they're flaky by their nature and have plenty of reasons to ghost a part time gig and even to pull prank on their final reports. I almost wrote it all off until I saw his girlfriend – apparently his fiance, handing out missing persons fliers outside of the site gate one morning. She seemed absolutely heartbroken and I got stabbed in the gut thinking maybe this wasn't a ghosting and prank after all. Seeing is believing and the next week I started to believe. Tom was finishing up on the atrium level. We used some heavy lift choppers to remove the rest of the frame and glass. Now we could get a better look into the section which collapsed into the 29th floor. We started by using a series of video drones to investigate the melted twisted dome through the collapsed roof. We quickly learned that the drones were being interfered with as their feed would cut out or their batteries would die almost immediately upon entering the ballroom.
So, we had to cut some corners, against city regulations, we let Tom and two others rappel in from the roof on secured anchored lines with helicopter over watch support. We needed to do this because we needed make sure that collapsed wreckage would not move and potentially change the implosion direction. Tom got twisted in his gear as he tried to lean into one of the holes in the roof. He slipped and fell in, disappearing from sight. We frantically radioed for Tom as the other two workers abandoned their own attempts to peer in and scrambled to Tom's aid. Tom was pulled out of the section uninjured but he appeared to be in shock, he looked wild eyed and shook as he was put on the helicopter and lowered back to ground level. Within minutes, Jim called us back to the office to discuss the near miss.
Two weeks to go and week behind, a missing guard, and now a near fatal accident. That for Jim, was the last straw. Tom and I had run out the rope Jim gave us to hang ourselves with. Jim slammed his hand on his desk as he catastrophized, red in the face, nearly breathless, he yelled we could very well kiss that twenty percent goodbye with the way things are going. He pressured Tom to go on the record after his dip into the structure that the atrium debris ball in the ballroom posed no threat to the implosion. Tom was elsewhere. He stared off in a thousand yard stare before replying to Jim that it posed no threat. Then Tom headed for the door. Jim screamed at him that he wasn't done chew us out but Tom only said he had to get back to it. I supported Tom and followed him. He and I headed back to the site to secure the night shift changes – another night not at home and having a late dinner.
I asked Tom in the car ride back what he saw in there. Tom was fixed in a trance and barely responded. He said it was wild. When we got back to the site, Tom separated from me through the gate while I strolled across the street to grab us some dinner from a street vendor. As I stood around waiting for two gyros and two cokes I could help but be mesmerized by the gutted tower. It seemed to breath in the spotlights inhaling puffs of the dust and dirt on the site and then exhaling it. A faint glow, barely perceivable against the light pollution, seemed to brighten, dim, and fade from the upper floors with each of the building's breaths. I was transfixed on it and it was the first time the building gave me an eerie feeling.
I got back on the site, food in hand, there was a buzz in their air as the night shift streamed in and the day shift streamed out. I barely had my hardhat seated corrected on my head when the site's emergency alarm blew. The interim foreman tossed me a radio as I was swept with him and our site occupational safety and emergency personnel to the basement.
Our increasingly panicked footfalls blotted out the squawk of the radios but I could hear one name again and again in the equally panicked messages – Tom Tom Tom. Whatever was happening was happening to Tom.
We reached the pool level and a trail of gasps proceeded me into the pool. There was Tom in his vest and hardhat face down in the middle of the pool with crimson oozing out him into the cerulean tiles lining the drained pool. We piled in from the ladders and shallow end to get to him. It was apparent when the first folks reached him that he was dead. They hauled him out on a stretcher and to our shock he looked like he had been dead for much longer than possible and his skin was water logged despite there being no water. He had died of fall trauma possibly despite the pool only being six feet deep. The paramedics also claimed he had water in his lungs. Then I noticed he was wearing his rappelling harness weaved in his vest – but that made no sense – he took it and his vest off when we were getting chewed out by Jim. Why would he put his rappelling gear on again.
I was the assistant foreman no more. Now the buck stopped with me. As they took Tom to the morgue we all knew the show must go on – our client demanded it, Jim demanded it and Tom would have wanted it that way. The same police investigator from the guard's disappearance met with me over Tom's death. They said it was standard procedure with work place deaths. I gave him a copy of the footage on an SD card and left the moment after it left my hand.
I had the recording queued up to the time of the commotion. The video we provided had a poor angle and was focused on the door to monitor access – the comings and goings of people. It was shift change so people were filing in and out Tom was somewhere in the crowd. The pool was one of the areas which required both foot patrols and constant video monitoring. I hit the rewind button on accident and watched his body lie there and lie there and then the timestamp sped past the 1900 hour mark. We were in traffic from meeting with Jim at that time. This was impossible but I kept my finger on the rewind button. Around 1400 the camera shakes a bit and there is slight glow reflecting on the doors so I let it play back to the shake. There is a soft green glow and then could hear a heft thud in the room. I gulped knowing that was Tom falling into the pool around the same time he fell into the hole in the roof. The soft glow turned brighter and brighter like a laser shining into the lens – something that wasn't present on the rewind. There was a flash of an incomprehensible shape or form on the screen. I was physically hurt in my eyes like I had just stared into the sun. I was left dazed with the shaped burned into my eyes with each blink. Then the camera system shorted out and a tiny puff of smoke left the memory module. The cameras blinked off wall to wall, the whole system was dead.
With the cameras fried, regulations required someone high in the company to be on site or we'd have to leave for the night. So I stayed knowing we couldn't afford to lose an hour much less an entire night. I circled the pool between approving payrolls and directing the increased security guard traffic required to monitor more areas. I was thinking about what I would say at Tom's funeral. I was thinking about Tom's family and what they would think about his apparent suicide.
I was forced to patrol the rest of the sub-basements as well since most of the guards were at the site perimeters or higher levels. I would have to follow paths of Phillipe, the disappeared guard, and all of the other guards who had mismatched timestamps on their increasingly strange reports. If not for today's incident and the recording of Tom's death, I would have stood fast to the idea that these reports were the product of night jitters and drugs but now, no.
I gritted my teeth as I exited the pool area to patrol the lower levels. I hated this building I muttered to myself. I couldn't wait to see it all rumble. I thought about which part I'd like to keep from the site to place in Tom's casket – then I realized it probably wasn't going to be an open casket funeral. I was lost in my thoughts and hatred for the building as I roamed through the parking garage into the utilities basement. I lost track of where I was as I weaved down stairwells.
I shown my flashlight on the wall and the floor level sign said “Sub-basement 999”. I stopped cold in my tracks. I was hoping it was a prank but I knew it was no prank. Then I thought maybe I'd have some answers. Maybe I would finally see what all the strangeness was about. But then I freaked out about Phillipe's disappearance and turned to run back up the stairwell. I ran up four levels to what I thought was the lobby and I pushed the door open.
My jaw hit the floor when I saw a black and white galaxy – the stars were black and the space was white with gradations of gray. The whole room was just white outer space and the whole universe swirled fast counter clockwise. I tried to breath and when I did the galaxy shrunk before my eyes until it was the size of a tiny of marble and then even smaller to a speck of dust. I reached out as it floated towards me. I stared at the speck in a cold sweat. As I stared, I was looking deeper and deeper into impossible detail. In the dust I found the milky way galaxy, I found our solar system, I found Earth and then I found North America, and then I found myself back in the pool room dripping in sweat.
Time seemed to skip and space was malleable in that hotel. As we approached the deadline to drop it, some jobs which would take hours took days and some jobs which would take days took minutes. The anomalies seemed to swarm tonight and day and yet we pressed on. Tom was buried and I couldn't go.
We met the deadline and the city came out in numbers to watch us drop the thirty floor structure. They gathered nearly two blocks away clad in ponchos and dust masks bracing for the implosion triggered by half a ton of high explosives.
I was so burned out and demoralized. My mantra became “this is for Tom, this is for Tom” and it was the only thing carrying me to this day. I chalked up all the anomalies and even my own experience on 999th sub-basement level as a reaction to shock, loss, grief, and exhaustion.
We were on the thirty minute countdown and Mr. Rohmer's attorney was designated as the trigger man. He stood there with Jim and I in the command trailer with the detonator remote. The remote triggered a two minute countdown on the charges from a master control station in my command trailer. All the charges had to be hardwired old school style because we were getting too much walkie talkie and radio interference from inside the structure for any other method of trigger to be reliable. I was too tried to make a stink about insisting I do it. I just wanted it to be over but suddenly a freak thunderstorm brewed up over the city. The skies were overcast and we were on the verge of having to abort the implosion until the next day – despite the next day being a day past the deadline. If we didn't abort and went through with the implosion, there was a strong chance the shock waves from the blast would bounce back off the lower cloud base and shatter windows and ears across the city.
I sat in my command chair at the perimeter in dismay, almost in tears as it started to rain. I felt my heart drop into the acid of my stomach as I ordered the suspension of the implosion for the day. The lawyer, surprisingly, did not resist. I watched as the crowds dispersed from the viewing lines and police started to permit traffic back through the streets surrounding the site.
Then a group of unauthorized personnel threw open the door of the trailer. They were a mass of men and women clad in pressed white suits, stoney faces with thin maroon lips, one of them carried a white covered book.
The attorney dropped his eyes and head in deference to elderly man at the head of the congregation. The attorney addressed him as Monsignor. The man introduced himself as Monsignor Rohmer and he placed his hand on his attorney, calling him a cousin of the congregation, stating there will be no postponement and no delay.
Rohmer, a man I judged to be in his late 50's or early 60's was bald and covered it with a white derby hat. He was tall, about six five, and thin, so thin his suit fit him like snake half shedding its skin. His was face long and his cheeks thin and worn like a mountain side. His voice was steady and low like waterfall. Everything he said bloomed with authority and confidence. He ordered the building would be dropped in twenty minutes.
I told him I didn't care if he was the owner, the building could not be blown in this weather and I snatched the detonator out of his attorney's hands. Rohmer, moving faster than I believed humanly possible with some kind of martial arts move swiped the detonator from my hands. Simultaneously, he had two of his followers press Jim against the wall. They put him in a sleeper hold and he slumped down to the floor barely getting a word out. Then Rohmer gestured to his flock to follow towards the building.
They left in a fast deliberate almost choreographed walk like a flock of geese flying in formation. I grabbed the radio to get police help but I realized that was hopeless. I watched as our trailer was shrouded in the same interference we experienced in the building's interior. The CCTV monitors flickered out and the radio squawked static. Then I realized Rohmer had no control over the detonation and no way to contact his followers still with us in the command trailer. So I did what I had to and pulled the master key out of the master detonator in the command trailer and chased after the flock. I needed to know what was happening I needed to see with my own eyes what all of this was all about.
The Congregation had reached the lobby and I saw the trailing end of the clad white congregate into the stairwell. I darted at my best speed to follow them.
I reached the stair well door. I found Rohmer standing on the top step, apparently waiting for me. I was out of breath while he began to speak to me in his booming voice. He explained to me that if the building did not fall in the next twenty minutes, all of Earth would be pulled, sucked, inside out and down through the building into the black and white universe. The entire building, but especially the atrium dome, he continued, was designed and built to create and then temporarily contain an impossible shape, a living form, a 4 dimensional object, a tesseract, when struck by lightning in the presence of thirteen self-sacrificial Congregate members. This shape would slowly expand and cause space and time anomalies before growing so large inside compared to its size would pull us all into place with no life.
The shape was still in the process of forming even as we spoke, he said. It would reach critical mass and dimensional contortion and the only way to stop it was to disfigure and crush it in the hotel's collapse. He led me into the pool level where his entire congregation was sitting cross-legged where Tom fell. A green pulse, like a laser, came down from the ceiling into the group's center, where their white book lay open on blank pages. I had a feeling this glow was being projected down from the ballroom where the dome of the atrium was taking its final fourth dimensional form.
After a loud chant from the white clad followers, the book slammed shut and turned from a brilliant white shimming cover to one black as night. As they passed around book, their white suits turned black and the formed a single file line. Rohmer left my side and pulled the detonator from his suit. He showed it me and tossed it at me. In my panic I reached out with both hands to catch it but I forgot I still had the master key in my sweat slick hand and it fly out and fell at the foot of Rohmer.
I asked what he planned to do with the key without a lock and a jammed detonator. Rohmer bent down and grabbed the key and looked me without a hint of concern. He took the new black book into his hands and opened it facing the wall of the pool. A new green pulse launched from the book and flickered on the tiles. An octagonal outline appeared to frame a hazy image of a tropical beach. One by one Rohmer's congregation walked into the side of the pool, into glow and seemed to arrive safely on the otherside of the beach.
Once all his compatriots were on the beach, he turned a page in the book and reopened it, projecting another octagon portal on the side of the pool. I could see his destination – it was the command trailer. He stepped through portal and yelled to me from the other side that I had two minutes. The portal sealed.
I could hear the warning sirens we installed going off above me. Needless to say, I made it out, just barely. I reached the perimeter fence screaming to anyone who was in ear shot to run away. The building imploded as planned but I was caught in the dust cloud and developed tinnitus severe enough to be comparable with combat veterans.
The shock waves from the explosions were reflected off the cloud base and channeled down the street by other skyscrapers. Virtually every window in a two block radius around the site was shattered and hundreds of people were hurt in the resulting stampede and vehicle collisions caused by fleeing from the flying glass cascade. Parts of downtown looked like a war zone for weeks afterward.
Rohmer and the rest of his group, including the lawyer, had disappeared out of the trailer in another portal leaving a suitcase of gold equaling the twenty percent promised. Our company was fined, sued, and threatened with criminal charges and eventually put of business. There wasn't much left after paying the cities fines and lawyer fees.
Though I was spared any direct sanctions, I forced into an early retirement. I've had time to research Rohmer's group. There are at least six mentions of figures like Rohmer on the deepest parts of the conspiracy web. They seem to show up at a locale experiencing paranormal activity with a white book and then leave with a black book. Their departure usually marks the end of any strangeness. I can't be sure but this congregation seems to be summon demons, which they exorcise, by trapping them in their books. Trapping maybe a poor term to use since, as in the case of the Grazer hotel encounter, they can apparently cleanse the anomalies and then use the book containing them to weaponize a portion of the traits of whatever their unholy creations posses.
I suspect Rohmer and his congregation, now with the ability to teleport, are accelerating their plans, to whatever ends these paranormal means enable them.
Theo Plesha - Sequel to "Flush" by Theo Plesha on The Chilling App

Part 1. Chapter 1. A ship pulls away from a Suzail pier, carrying, in disguise, the Archmage Vilenthral, High Priest Master Colhoun Mindient, Overseer Eilhom Brickertag, an ancient gold dragon wearing the form of a high elf, Grand Marshall Lord Jamus Pickerel, and somewhat bizarrely, Lord Pickerel’s grandmother. They head out into the Dragonreach, bound for unknown ports.
This story is not about them. Several piers away, a shabby looking but well-kept ship, Sea Sprite, pulls away from the dock with a load of wares to sell in other ports. Also aboard are Dillium Pikles (sometimes spelled by Dillum Pickless by unsuspecting humans), a female elven priest of Ilmater; Lythanderallys, a high elf that Dillium has nicknamed “Emo Elf”; young Lord Finister Eldroon (Finst), a human currently on a trade mission for the queen of Cormyr; Lord Eldroon’s groom, Dalton PathHome, an attentive halfling; Novos Demedichi, a tall, dark haired human clad in dark colors; Mrs. Potts, a plump elderly lady traveling to visit her sister in Raven’s Bluff; and her granddaughter Myriam Selligrew, along with assorted bags, chests, hatboxes, suitcases, trunks, garment bags, boxes, and pressed flowers. The other passengers also have their own gear. Discussions amongst the passengers are muted after Captain Drask’s lecture and during dinner, and most drift off to sleep early.
The first port of call is Marsember, a large Cormyran city. While only in town for a short while, Dillium gets into an altercation with the local port police while defending a band of mischievous street urchins, before returning to the ship to hide from the authorities. Finst and Dalton take a tour of the port areas of the city and learn of the impending end of the world by dragons, as described by a strange half-naked man. Novos and Lythanderallys remain onboard, absorbed in their own affairs, while Mrs. Potts and Myriam tour the ladies’ haberdashers and purchase extravagant hats.
The next port is Urmlaspyr, a largely independent city-state generally on friendly terms with Cormyr. It is here that Finst and Dalton take in a 'live action play' in a local tavern. Dillium attends the local temple (to the Triad of Torm, Helm, and Ilmater), but as a healer, she is called to a local tavern to care for a wounded tavern keep. Finst applauds the outstanding acting as Dillium, Dalton, and three bystanders care for the tavern keep and take him to the temple for healing. The father of the temple rewards Dillium with a silver falcon (which is a unit of coin in Sembia, and not a metallic bird). Later that night, Finst asks Dillium to reprise her act at dinner, but she declines. Novos and Lythanderallys remain onboard, absorbed in their own affairs, while Mrs. Potts and Myriam tour the ladies’ tailors and purchase flowery dresses.
A day or two at sea brings Sea Sprite and all aboard to Saerloon, a huge but somehow under populated city further down the coast of Sembia. Over a period of several days, Sea Sprite offloads and loads cargo while Mrs. Potts commands the assembled passengers to partake in a 'shore party'. Believing, apparently, that a shore party is indeed some sort of celebratory gathering, she commandeers a quaint cafe in a central square and commands them to serve finger sandwiches and dainty cookies to her friends and a few passersby not quick enough to dodge out of her force of personality. As night sets in, the shore party retires to a local hotel, shaped and built like an imposing keep (but actually quite comfortable inside). Brunch is buffet style, which Finst delights in and eventually has to be dragged away from. Novos and Lythanderallys have disappeared, possibly back to their rooms, still absorbed in their own affairs. Mrs. Potts and Myriam tour local cobblers and purchase dainty flower-themed slippers. Dillium intends to attend the local temple, but is spooked by the sight of a full temple to Bhaal, a quite unpleasant god of violent and ritualistic murder. She attempts to return to the ship, only to be turned away (as they are still loading cargo). She continues on to her own temple, and runs into Finst and Dalton.
Finst has decided to shop for a souvenir, of Sembia or Saerloon or something else is never really identified. He heads for the nearest disreputable-looking souvenir shop, and after bargaining with the shopkeep, purchases an ivory tooth. Or perhaps a tusk. In any case it has a quite fetching symbol on the top and appears to be old, so Finst buys it and hands it off to Dalton to carry. The carved trinket may never again appear in this story, so it may not be important. As they leave the shop, they run into Dillium, and are accosted by a short nasty goblin. After a tense conversation where words like “possibly stolen property” and “witnesses” are uttered, an ornate and expensive looking scroll case that may or may not have recently belonged to the archmage Llorianda de la Alas ends up in Dillium’s hands.
Many miles away something crawls from the slime at the bottom of a dark quiet lake.
End of Chapter One
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A weekly recount of our gaming session. Yeah, to make a better story I should elaborate on some of the things that are largely glossed over here...

Bonjour a tous.
Rapidement deja, bonjour a tous : je suis surtout coureur et traileur. Au gré d'une opération des ligaments de la cheville,, la muscu a été le seul sport qui m'a été permis après l'abandon des béquilles. Mais voilà, j'ai aimé ça. Donc je garde mes sorties course a pied et je me suis fait un petit Home Gym banc + haltères + accessoires (type élastiques)
J'alterne 3 types de séances :
Séance A : Épaules et Dos Élévations frontales et latérales Developpe Arnold Pullover, shrug et Rowing
Séance B : Pec, bras et Abdos Ecarté couché, developpe couché serré Extension verticale triceps + curl biceps Flexion latérales et windmill
Séance C : leg et Abdos Front squat + exercice spécifique mollet Croix de fer haltère , leg curl Crunch debout et rotations buste
Je fais 2 A et 2 B dans une semaine Et une C en complément de la course a pied qui a cependant bien diminuée depuis l'opération. Donc en gros 5 séances/semaine
Sur la majeure partie des exercices je suis a 3x12 rep sauf exception (genre les flexions latérales ou je fais des séries vives, plus de rep et moins chargees)
Pensez vous que je suis dans le vrai? Que puis-je / dois-je modifier ?
Merci d'avance Sportivement !

Most of the typical sources didn't have xG values for the U20 WC games, but I was able to find one source (footystats.org). A quick look at a recent game Valencia-Espanyol shows that it is definitely a bit different than FotMob and Fbref/Opta.
I captured the table after the group stage when I started this but it looks like it's now updated with the 1st set of knockout games (so numbers change slightly at the link).
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Values*	xGF	xGA	xGD	GF	GA	GD	GF-xGF	GA-xGA	GD-xGD
USA	2.59	1.17	1.42	2.0	0.0	2.0	-0.59	-1.17	0.58

*Values listed are the per game average
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Here is a look at where USA ranked after each team played the full 3 game group stage.

Rankings*	xGF	xGA	xGD	GF	GA	GD	GF-xGF	GA-xGA	GD-xGD
USA	3	1	2	5	1	4	17	3	8

*Ranking value listed is for Highest GF/GD values and Lowest GA values for the 24 teams in the tournament
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Main Takeaways:
-The top teams are Brazil, Ecuador and Argentina with Uruguay/Colombia trailing a bit (and USA between the groups), so there is certainly a bit of home field advantage it appears. The European teams (England/Italy) and then Gambia are in the next group.
-USA/Slonina has saved over a goal a game according to these stats (-1.17 goals per game) sitting 3rd behind Tunisia and Argentina.
-USA has severely underperformed their expected goals output. Ranking in the bottom 7 in the tournament (tied with Gambia, the only other Top 2 seed ranked that low). Unlucky or just not finishers?
-The underperformance in GF and overperformance in GA moves them into 8th (though likely behind everyone they have left on the schedule except potentially Gambia).
-Outside of possibly the teams in the Argentina-Ecuador bracket, USA with a Uruguay-Brazil-Argentina/Ecuador path from here could be as difficult as possible based on goal and expected goal values.
-USA with the firepower to be a top 4 team and even higher in expected rankings.
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Caveats:
-Low sample size
-Accuracy of these #'s in particular or xG in general
-Huge variance in opponents

***I think Ryan and Katie had great energy with each other in this episode so give it a listen if you have time or want to!
Beginning Chit Chat with Katie - Ryan wanted to interview Katie before even Scandoval broke the world - Katie wasn’t scared going into season 10 and she thought her and Schwartz were in a good place - Katie said that her and Tom really wanted to be friends because they were on a show together, they have the dogs, and the same friends. There was also still a lot of love between them - Katie said that with her and Schwartz relationship, she was aware that he was the likeable one but the internalized misogyny became very apparent to Katie later on - Katie thinks women have impossible standards put on them. When women are assertive and Ryan said and when woman speak their mind they almost get punished for it. - Katie says people have “himpathy” meaning empathy for only the men
How sick of Scandoval is she or is she getting sick of all the heat that is coming at the show right now? - Katie said she wouldn’t say she is getting sick of it. There are certain theories she is sick of hearing - To her it’s still fascinating that people are still fascinated about it
Katie and Raquel - Ryan talked about how Katie was expressing her feelings about her divorce and Raquel was like, “I still wanna make out with Tom.” - Katie said that was a difficult moment because the audacity and she thought Raquel understood. - After a conversation with herself, Katie and Lala, Lala left and Katie and Raquel shared an Uber home and she thought they had a bonding moment and a breakthrough moment - Katie said that not everyone can know what she was going through because she didn’t share everything or would tell everybody everything. She was already talking about all the stuff she was going through in therapy and didn’t want to have to keep repeating it. - Ryan and Katie don’t see how Raquel’s processes information - It was weird that Raquel got in Katie’s face when Katie and Schwartz were in the sur back alley because Katie told Raquel that she was done with her and that the conversation was over - And then Schwartz and Raquel started to having a jokey moment and Katie was like you got to be fucking kidding me - She said the joke between them was that there was absolutely nothing going on between them but Katie didn’t realize that there was something else entirely different going on (aka Sandoval and raquel)
Season 11 - Katie isn’t thinking about expectations going into season 11 and just always tries to be true to herself. The best thing she can do is authentically be herself
Katie saying her standard for friendships - Ryan discussed how Schwartz at the reunion got all upset when Katie said she needs honesty, respect, and integrity and Ryan laughed about that - And Katie was like yeah these are my standards for a friendship
Katie’s mom Teri - Teri checks in on Ryan - Katie wasn’t surprised people love her mom because she is the best - They talked about how the show didn’t show the whole fight between Katie, Raquel, and Teri’s mom. They didn’t show how intense it got with Sandoval getting into Teri’s face. - Katie said maybe they didn’t show all of that due to time but she wish they would have
New goals that Katie has for herself for the next 10 years - Katie said that no one goes into a marriage expecting a divorce - She wants happiness and to put herself first. She is excited that anything can happen - She has bigger goals for the sandwich shop like having multiple locations
Something about her - something about her now has a Tik tok - They were hoping to open at the end of May. But they will be open this summer. The design and build will be done by end of May
Ken Todd - When Ken came in and talked about Sandoval and Raquel, Katie was like, “is this for real? Are you just starting a rumor.” - And then Lisa was like oh no this happened. - Katie said that Ken’s humor is dry
Everything being fake - Katie said it does bother when people say Scandoval is all fake because it diminishes people’s real feelings and their lives
After the show wrapped - Again she noticed some things like Raquel going to one of Sandoval’s show and not telling anyone but again there was no hardcore evidence - Right before the news broke, Katie was supposed to go to WWHL but production put a pause on that, instead had Lisa do it, and didn’t tell Katie at first why she had to stay in LA - Katie started to think about what it could be about and thought it possibly could be about Sandoval and Raquel because of her suspicions but still didn’t learn about what happened until the Friday the news broke and they started filming that day.
Scheana and Katie - Scheana said she is going to do some behavioral modifications and Katie is giving her the benefit of the doubt there
James Kennedy - Ryan was so surprised that we all saw the day where Katie went to James apartment - Katie has seen growth with James
Jo - Katie text Kristen when she found out about Schwartz and Jo living together and asked Kristen if she knew - Kristen had no idea so tried to get a hold of Jo, and Jo would not answer her and Kristen and Jo had hung out like a week or so prior to that which was weird for them because usually they spoke every day but Jo was going through something. But it didn’t make sense why Jo didn’t ask to move in with Kristen if she needed help
Trusting people - Katie said she doesn’t find it hard trusting people because she feels like she is a good judge of someone’s character. She said she can get a read on people right away
Lisa at the reunion - Katie was a little bit frustrated with Lisa. She gets trying to be diplomatic and protective of them because they are business partners but Katie thought this was not the time for that
The big reveal - Katie said with the whole big revelation, she thinks it was worded in a way that there is going to be some new information that is going to come out of the one on ones that they aren’t aware of that might change peoples perspectives or point of view - But Katie doesn’t know and she doesn’t know what could be so scandalous that this is going to rock their world - She doesn’t think that is so horrible but it is something that will leave a bad taste in people’s mouth. They think people are running wild with this.
Tom getting upset about Glamour magazine talking about his white nail polish - Katie and Ryan said he is getting upset at the wrong things
Random information - Katie is watching succession and the new season of the ultimatum - She is listening to a lot of screamo emo from back in the day
Past cast coming back - She does think it would be an interesting time to bring back people if it would work - She does think they need new additions with the cast, they need some fresh blood.
Podcast - Katie and Dayna (from season 8) are working on developing a podcast together

Je viens de découvrir ça, c'est peut être évident pour certains, mais ce n'est pas clairement accessible non plus.
Il vous suffit d'aller sur cette communauté et de cliquer sur les trois point à droite de "About community". Il y a une option Mute, qui enlèvera tous les posts de cette communauté dans tous vos fils reddit Home/PopulaAll.
Finis la pollution visuelle de voir des centaines de revues de presses politisé de france, les posts transpirants la cassosserie genrée de AskMeuf et AskMec, ou encore les sous spécifiques et malaisant type anime_irl, animeme, Genshin_Impact et cie...
Par la même occasion cela laisse la place à des sous moins connus mais avec un contenu plus intéressant.
Ou vice versa, en fonction des préférences...

Guys, this is a tough one for me to talk about, but I need help. My mother was an amazing cook. She taught my two older sisters how to cook, but I was the baby, and by the time it was my turn, she fell ill and I had to take care of her and my littler sister from the age of 25 until she passed 10 years later. I need help. Are there any women in the St. Charles area who are willing to work with me, even if it's over Skype or something to help me start shopping and coming up with ideas of what to cook for my family? I am not a horrible cook. I do pretty good when I have recipes, but it just doesn't come natural, and I don't know how to plan shopping trips or meals.
More importantly, I am trying to improve my health, and my family's, because most of the stuff I buy that is easy, quick, etc. is junk and horrible for us. I am overweight, my husband is, too, and I am worried I am not teaching my kids good habits arming them with the right tools.
I am on the verge of tears because while I know all these resources and websites are out here, I feel I work better hands on and with guidance. I have no friends really and am estranged from my family for the most part since our mother passed in 2015.
Even if you could help one night per week (help me plan a shopping list and meals for the week), I would be eternally grateful.
As far as what I can offer, I don't have much in the way of expendable cash, but I can watch your kids on the weekends (I have 4 of my own two older (26 & 20) and two younger (4 & 3). Plus, my mom ran an in-home daycare as her full-time job (since before I was born) and I have lots of experience with all kinds of kids.
I can sing very well, so if you need a singer for a wedding, funeral, or upcoming event, I will be glad to offer my services. I am also a notary and paralegal so I can help with notarizations or legal assistance (disclaimer: I am not permitted to give legal advice). I also clean pretty well so I can offer to help clean your house once a month, or every few weeks, if you like (not licensed or bonded). I can't think of anything else for now. I am also a ordained priest (I know, weird) and can perform weddings, although I will be honest and say I have never done ONE real wedding so I would HAVE to be your last resort (lol).
Please go easy on me, if you disagree with how I am going about this. I just want to be a better example of *my vision* of what good mom and wife would be, and I want to live a healthier lifestyle and all of it is just so overwhelming.
Thank you for reading this.