Preface: 2y4m male, undiagnosed on waitlist for screening. currently in early intervention.
I’m having a hard time feeling a bond with my child. To make a long story short, my son doesn’t communicate. He says words, he knows colors, animals, ABCs, numbers, planets, and many other things but he doesn’t now communicate his wants and needs to any extent. It’s a complete guessing game every day figuring out what is causing his upset between being hungry, tired, bored, overstimulated, etc.
Usually, he doesn’t like to be touched. He rarely likes hugs or affection, he doesn’t come and lay with us often or ask for hugs or kisses unless we ask first and usually it takes a couple times.
The past few days he’s been kind of distant and just in his room or doing his own thing and I almost feel like everyday I’m just his babysitter. He knows I give him food and toys and take care of him but it’s hard when he doesn’t show affection, communicate, or call me by mama. It’s almost like he’s just there all the time and I’m okay with it. I love him with all my heart and of course anytime he needs something I’m there to help him, but I almost just feel like all I do is watch him and offer him things throughout the day to make sure he’s okay and that’s it. I try to play with him or read books but he never stays around long enough or I do something with a toy that he wants (for example fixing it or opening a bag) and then he walks away to be on his own.
I guess I’m just looking for similar experiences or feelings and validation that I’m not alone and it gets better. I would love to be able to take him out and enjoy him having fun without meltdowns or him showing me things he thinks is cool or wanting me to play with him. I’m struggling and depressed at the fact that he just doesn’t want to be around me unless he needs something and I’m worried he doesn’t understand the meaning of affection and love.. and it hurts.

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The Victories: Success Stories That Inspire

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The Perfect Tenant

Emma, a landlord with several properties, shared her story of finding the perfect tenant. After dealing with numerous problematic tenants, she finally rented one of her units to Lisa, a young professional who treated the property as her own. Lisa consistently paid rent on time, maintained the property impeccably, and even added value by enhancing the garden. Emma’s experience highlights the importance of thorough tenant screening and the joy of finding a tenant who respects and cares for the property.

Record-Breaking Occupancy Rates

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The Nightmares: Disastrous Stories That Serve as Warnings

The Tenant from Hell

Mark, a seasoned landlord, shared his harrowing experience with a tenant who caused extensive damage to his property. Despite a thorough screening process, the tenant managed to slip through the cracks and wreak havoc. From unauthorized pets to property damage and unpaid rent, the ordeal was a nightmare. Mark’s story underscores the importance of having a robust lease agreement, regular property inspections, and being prepared to take swift legal action when necessary.

Major Maintenance Mishaps

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Legal Battles and Evictions

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Lessons Learned: Tips for Aspiring Landlords

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IMPORTANT: to keep the poll options short enough to fit on screen I have abbreviated what they mean.
If you're a student who hasn't participated in Senior Skip Day, and you DID NOT read the information below, choose option 1 or 2.
If you're a student who hasn't participated in Senior Skip Day, but you DID read the information below, choose option 3 or 4. And thank you for taking the time to read the description and help me out.
If you're a teacheeducator or someone who has participated in Senior Skip Day before, please choose option 5 or 6 regardless of if you read the description or not.
This will help me compare people's opinions based on how much experience/knowledge they have about this subject and my situation. Thanks!
Now on to the situation at hand:
I really want to go to Senior Skip Day this Friday, but my parents might not call the attendance office to get me excused from school. I could totally go, we're all hanging out about 1 mile away from my house. The problem is that my parents know this too and could find me hanging out there and try to bring me back home. I'm 18, so they legally can't do anything, but it would be embarrassing. Also, I've missed a lot of school over the past couple of weeks, but all of those absences have been excused. I'm getting straight As, but one or two of those might change to Bs if I go to Senior Skip Day.
I should also mention my plans for college. I've already been accepted and enrolled myself in my college of choice this fall, but I've also heard that if colleges see you "tapering off" in your final moments of high school they will deny your admission. I was also selected for my college's honors program, which I could also supposedly get kicked out of. I'm taking easier classes than I used to (not by choice), would potentially be getting slightly worse grades than normal (My first ever Bs in high school, though this would not lower my GPA below what my college wants) and might have some unexcused absences on my record soon. The college I'm attending is a very big and bright engineering school with about 50,000 students if this helps.
Should I go to Senior Skip Day, or should I just go to school? Would skipping for one day cause me any problems in college? Any advice would be appreciated!
I will also post this in highschool and Teenagers for more advice as this is a very big decision for me.
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EDIT: Adding dialout to my group was the cause.
Not sure what's happening here. I've reinstalled twice to make sure I wasn't crazy. I make a user on the setup, but when I reboot, I'm met with the login screen and it's asking me to manually type in my user and password, which is strange, and it fails. As far as I know, root is disabled on bazzite with no way to add it so I can't get in.
I did go into advanced to add myself to the dialout group because I need serial support, guess I could try reinstalling without that.

Every time I rewatch it I am brought to tears multiple times. I notice new subtleties in the acting, line delivery, even background character movements. Every single character is essential to the story and gets the perfect amount of screen time to be beyond lovable in their own way. I love every character, and find myself rooting for them despite their affiliation, which makes all the conflict all the more engaging. Do I hate the Empire? Absolutely. Is Dedra Meero worshipable levels of dedicated, intelligent, and tactful? Without a doubt. All of the interactions with the supervisors leave me wanting more, every life-changing monologue (sometimes even just one liners in conversation) from Luthen fills me with so much passion for the rebellion and how brutal all of the set-up was for what we see in the OT. Clem and Marva's story is beautiful and tragic, and her funeral and speech bring me to tears every single time. Nemik's whole character is just so lovable and his commitment to the cause, the discussion of ideas, and belief that people are inherently good made his loss the most tragic of any. Above all, getting to watch Andor's conversion from "Survive. Fuck the Empire." to full blown "I will tear the Empire limb from limb or die trying." in real time is exhilarating. I hope they can keep this up for the next two seasons, because if they can Andor will cement itself as fundamentally the most real, brutal, and meaningful piece of Star Wars media ever created.
Before you hate that generalization yes there are a TON of excellent pieces of Star Wars media. I love V and III with everything I have, but a lot of SW media can lean towards this "Good always wins! Have hope it's all you need!! Bad guys get what's coming to them!" theme that can feel a bit detached from reality. Clone Wars dug into this a bit, and is absolutely my favourite complete piece of SW media for sure. Andor just feels so real in a way SW never really has before, especially since most all the deaths were so casual and pointless. It just hits so much differently than SW ever has for me.
Rant over, thanks if you read this far.

So I just recently moved (2 days ago) and just unpacked my pc finally and hooked everything up. I put my headphones on and turned them on and turned on my PC. It gets to my login screen and makes the standard start up sound through my headset but after that zero sound. I tried switching to my speakers on my monitor and still have no sound. My sound was working just fine before I moved so I'm just wondering if anyone has any suggestions on what could be causing this and to possibly give me some options to try and fix it.

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URL: https://www.businessnewsdaily.com/2377-social-media-hiring.html
Title: Keep It Clean: Social Media Screenings Gain in Popularity
Author: David Cotriss
Date: November 20, 2023
Personal profile or professional profile? Social media is a fun way to express yourself and interact with family, friends, and new faces all over the world. It can be used as a way to keep people you can not see as often updated on your life, as well as give you a chance to step into the personal moments of your friends lives. However, while social media may seem like a very personal media that you are only sharing with specific people, it can still serve as a public link to your entire social media history of posts, likes and comments for the entire world to see. As it turns out many companies in the modern day hiring process go through what is known as a media screening for both their new and existing employees. This calls for people to start keeping their social media profiles more professional rather than personal. These screenings can range across all social media sites along with any online presences across the internet.
First Media Key: Balance
The first media key is Balance which is known as the foundation for all of the other media keys and is vital to understanding how to use the remaining six of the media keys correctly. When job recruiters or interviewers look at social media platforms there is a chance they can be looking to see if the profile has good balance. This means they will be looking at the media provided on the profile from all angles to try and see who the user truly is as a person and what their personality and work ethic could be like. This means that when posting, you too need to understand your use of social media and how what you are doing may look from an outside perspective. The level of understanding you have on your personal profile’s outside image will be determined by your combined understanding of all seven of the media keys.
Second Media Key: Attitude Awareness
Every media creator has an attitude and it is up to the creature to project the attitude they want to portray. This continues to apply to social media profiles so people should be aware of the attitude they portray on social media and if it is a professional one or one that could possibly hurt their experience as an employee. Employers when looking at a candidate's social media page will be keeping a close eye out for if they express any values or project any messages. Values can be seen in both a positive and negative light in the hiring process depending on what the value is and the situation it is brought up in. Whether it is blown up and in your face or more subtle, every media maker also has an agenda. Job recruiters will of course be looking to see if the candidate’s agenda and values align or contradict with the agendas and values of the company.
Third Media Key: The Dignity of the Human Person
Another quality job recruiters may be looking out for is how you show dignity to the human person. They will often be looking to see if the candidate exemplifies dignity through how they interact with people online and how they talk about other human beings through both posts and comment sections. All media put onto a social media profile should always reflect, uphold and enhance human dignity. The profile should also promote that you both understand and are trying to help other people understand communities and the human person. Recruiters will be looking to see how you positively shed light on what makes humans unique and interesting all in their own special, God given ways. The main way to show understanding of human dignity is to treat people as humans and not as objects. A good way to show this is by portraying anti-suicide and anti-abortion values because it will show a true understanding of the value of human life and why it is so precious and needs to be protected.
Fourth Media Key: Truth-Filled
Something that job recruiters will always be looking to see is if your social media presence is truth filled or if you are spreading false truths and misinformation. Media can be a great outlet in helping to spread truths from humanity to God and everything in between. However, the media being an open outlet for free speech also leads to a plethora of misinformation, rumors, and lies that get spread across the internet. Job interviewers in this case will be heavily checking profiles for if the user can be seen spreading false information and trying to mislead or confuse others. It is also important to note that users should not tell lies about the human condition through their media and that it is possible for their media to be truthful without being one hundred percent accurate.
Fifth Media Key: Inspiring
Another way to look at a social media profile is to see if it inspires others positively or negatively. If a profile only talks about or shows what’s wrong with the world with a negative outlook on mankind, then there is a good chance that what you are putting out on social media is inspiring people negatively and causing them to see the world in a more negative and down sided way. A better way to direct your profile is by showing more of the positive outlooks on life with more happy tones that will inspire people in a positive way. Good goals to have when creating a positively inspiring profile is asking can this be used to help point the way toward Heaven and can this be used to help someone pursue virtue in a relationship with God. Media at its worst will point people in the wrong direction and towards a bad life, but media at its best can enlighten people, raise questions, help people grow in virtue, and inspire them to live better, more holy lifestyles.
Sixth Media Key: Skillfully Developed
One key that can really help set a profile apart from the crowd is if it is skillfully developed. Social media profiles are something people do for fun so the aesthetic, level of detail, and depth of the profile is not a requirement and completely up to the user. With that being said, making your profile professional and quality is a great way of showing companies that you are a person who applies effort and achieves quality in everything that you do. Media should always be produced well so our personal profiles are no different. Producing quality is essential if you want job recruiters to see your profile positively and especially if you want them to pay attention to what you post and create.
Seventh Media Key: Motivated by and Relevant to Experience
When trying to keep a profile professional it can be important to keep in mind what is relevant to the human experience. What you post on social media should be rooted in the realities of the world and through our own human experiences. Ways to keep your profile likable while still keeping it professional is by presenting messages which are relevant to your audience or following. If viewers are able to relate positively to what you post then they are more likely to have a positive perspective of you which gives you a better chance of being hired. However, it is important to remember to appeal to positive senses and emotions rather than one’s that can be seen more negatively. With all of this in mind, however, it is still important to express yourself and who you are, but also very important to make sure that who you are showing yourself as is a good, motivated person.

I'm trying to adjust my partitions and have been using an SD card to try and boot in to GParted on my laptop. Booting seems to work OK and the menu loads, but when I go to select an option such as default, I'm met with a blank screen and stationary turquoise underscore in the top left of the screen. In this state no keyboard inputs seem to work. I've tried setting up the SD card in both Windows and Arch but nothing seems to work. Does anyone know what the cause of this might be?

** Since so many people have been asking about this on a daily basis I decided to repost this method that I had deleted several weeks ago when the method was patched, but it is working again now, hopefully we can get this pinned and I'll keep it updated as best I can **

• XP method: AFK
• Maps/Game modes available on: Festival Main Stage (No Fill) (also works on Jam Stage but out of consideration for other players it's recommended to do it in a solo environment)
• Daily XP Maximum: 420,000
• XP earning rate: 30,000 XP per 15 minutes (maximum earned within 3 1/2 hours)
• Daily XP reset time: 10AM ET (or, the same time as daily match quests reset)
• Known bugs/glitches: 1) Intermittently appears to get no XP, to avoid this, check to see if you didn't receive any XP after the first 16 mins, if not return to the lobby and then log back into Festival 2) Intermittently appears to give excessive XP (I've experienced and also heard of people getting between 480,000 and over 520,000 XP in a single session for no rhyme or reason. (finally a bug that is a W!)
• [ ] Steps involved:
• Load into Festival Main Stage (No Fill) Festival mode. (Do not choose any songs nor select "ready up" from the menu, just remain in the backstage area)
• Perform one of the two following tasks:
• A) For Xbox, Switch and PC controller users:
• Turn both analog sticks inward towards each other which will cause your character to run in circles, then, using a rubber band, string, or a cable, secure both analog sticks so as to maintain movement persistently. (For Xbox users especially: Since there is no setting to prevent your controller from automatically going to sleep, connect the controller to your console using a USB cable. You may also need to do this if using an Xbox controller on PC)
• C) For PlayStation4 and 5 Users only:
• Perform the same task as in step B, but instead of securing analog sticks, while holding them inward and walking in a circle, (on PS5) tap the PlayStation button, which will bring up the bottom menu (or on PS4) press and hold the PlayStation button until the quick menu comes up and then release it. Your character on screen should continue to walk in a circle so long as you leave that menu up.
  
• I know this method was previously posted, but it was patched about 30 days ago and no longer worked but recently u/Ghassanpg was awesome enough to alert the community that it was working once again around the time when Epic implemented the XP boost for BR.
  

I wanted to take the time to tell you all a story about how incredibly right Morgan is about early colonoscopy screenings.
I’ve had some health issues in the past that we still can’t figure out the cause of. I recently went to a Gastroenterologist and they gave me a colonoscopy and endoscopy. A little backstory- I have a major family history of GI related cancers. Seriously- when I told my doctor my family history his jaw hit the floor.
I just got back from the doctor today to get a report on the colonoscopy. They found a 3 mm precancerous polyp- I’m only 31 years old. If I had waited to get a screening until I was 45, that polyp could’ve easily turned into cancer. 3 mm is tiny and doesn’t cause any symptoms, but it would’ve grown slowly over time and may have become a tumor- this small procedure very well may have saved my life!
So LISTEN TO MORGAN! Especially if you have had changes to your bathroom habits, have a family history of GI cancers (colon, pancreatic, stomach, ect- there are so many) or any of your immediate family has had polyps. Talk to your doctor about an early screening- it may save your life.
And Morgan- thank you so much for highlighting the importance of colonoscopies. My grandfather was diagnosed with colon cancer at 50- an early screening would have allowed him to live long enough to meet me. You are saving lives.

Does anyone know how to get headphones working on it? My usb c ones just causes a blank screen. Thanks!

I've had my Ender 3 for 2 years, using with with a 3dtouch for autoleveling, my old 3dtouch broke and i replaced around 2 months ago, i use the on screen z probe wizard to set up a z probe along with the 3dtouch and never had leveling issues, even with the new 3dtouch, but it's been 3 days and no matter the accuracy value that i put on the z probe wizard, the printing is coming off the bed, sometime it starts normally, but it comes off after 10-15mins on printing, clearly it is levelling issues, but i always used the wizard and never had this issue. Any ideas on what is causing this? The 3dtouch is probing and working just fine

I've had my Ender 3 for 2 years, using with with a 3dtouch for autoleveling, my old 3dtouch broke and i replaced around 2 months ago, i use the on screen z probe wizard to set up a z probe along with the 3dtouch and never had leveling issues, even with the new 3dtouch, but it's been 3 days and no matter the accuracy value that i put on the z probe wizard, the printing is coming off the bed, sometime it starts normally, but it comes off after 10-15mins on printing, clearly it is levelling issues, but i always used the wizard and never had this issue. Any ideas on what is causing this? The 3dtouch is probing and working just fine

I've had my Ender 3 for 2 years, using with with a 3dtouch for autoleveling, my old 3dtouch broke and i replaced around 2 months ago, i use the on screen z probe wizard to set up a z probe along with the 3dtouch and never had leveling issues, even with the new 3dtouch, but it's been 3 days and no matter the accuracy value that i put on the z probe wizard, the printing is coming off the bed, sometime it starts normally, but it comes off after 10-15mins on printing, clearly it is levelling issues, but i always used the wizard and never had this issue. Any ideas on what is causing this? The 3dtouch is probing and working just fine

I've had my Ender 3 for 2 years, using with with a 3dtouch for autoleveling, my old 3dtouch broke and i replaced around 2 months ago, i use the on screen z probe wizard to set up a z probe along with the 3dtouch and never had leveling issues, even with the new 3dtouch, but it's been 3 days and no matter the accuracy value that i put on the z probe wizard, the printing is coming off the bed, sometime it starts normally, but it comes off after 10-15mins on printing, clearly it is levelling issues, but i always used the wizard and never had this issue. Any ideas on what is causing this? The 3dtouch is probing and working just fine

I(31f) just had my third baby about four months ago. Things were great at first but I have become extremely overwhelmed with every aspect of my life. Having three kids is not like having two. I find myself being pulled in three directions all at once. My kids are 7,3 and 4 months. My oldest has ADHD and has behavioral problems in school. My 3 year old was just diagnosed with moderate autism. I am the only one doing all the appointments for them, the long forms for each therapy. I can’t even do it all because I get so tired from one so everything has been drawn out for weeks. I only have Sunday and Monday off work so I spend my Mondays doing the phone calls and forms and arranging of appointments. And my baby is so happy and cute but in their short time here I’ve already fell while holding them and just yesterday while they were in the body carrier hit their head on the microwave door. Both times they have been ok and unharmed. But I feel each day more detached from my kids and less capable of being a mother. My husband got laid off a few weeks ago and hasn’t really been looking for a job. We are barely making ends meet and it has caused me great stress. My mother is my childcare and she will continually make demeaning and hurtful comments about my children or myself and my husband. She just says she “tells it like it is, and it comes off rude but isn’t”. I called out of work today, and I’m trying to call out tomorrow. I went back at 6 weeks because I had too for money. I have a good job but I feel no motivation anymore to do anything but sit in bed and eat my comfort foods. I want to shut down but I can’t. Who would pay our bills…my husband has been caring for our children. But I am starting to fall into not caring about anything and letting it all fall apart. I’ve been trying to keep it together for so long and I’m tired. I called my OB about my PPD and they said they can’t help me because I already did a “screening” at 6 weeks but at that time I was ok…I feel helpless and tired. That’s all…Thanks for reading.

I’m 11w 6d just went in for my second ultrasound and it’s so surreal. My favorites have been “heaven” by the kid laroi and “more” by Halsey. I also like “ya’aburnee” by Halsey. I listen to them and tear up thinking about how much this little bean has saved my live just since I found out on Easter. I didn’t care about myself and now it’s like I have to care about myself and I’ll forever be grateful for that. The lines that hit me hard are “a flower bud in concrete, feeling so incomplete, I wonder will we ever meet. And would you know that right away, how hard I tried to see your face, a little screen, a photograph, mine to take.” it’s like though I didn’t love myself or see myself as worthy my baby does. “I love the way my eyes make yours look green too, I think we could live forever in each others faces cause I always see my youth in you.” I haven’t met baby yet but I hope they do look like me. And honestly all of “heaven”

The stress of the last six months has nearly killed me. Besides the general cratering of the outside world—political strife, climate change, inflated rents, corporate greed, and the baffling resurgence of crew socks—my internal life was falling apart, too. I'm at the point where I can't see a way out of the darkness, and that feeling has only grown in the last few days.
My struggles ramped up exponentially in the last two weeks. It started when my long-term girlfriend and I called it quits after five years. There was no definitive relationship-altering fight or infidelity. It was simply the boring banality of the "roommate-ification" of our lives together. We both felt the shift but never talked about it. Turns out communication is important.
Truthfully, we'd stayed together for so long because we couldn't afford to live apart. Our rent had nearly doubled the last time we re-upped our lease but even that was a bargain compared to what was out there currently. We were trapped by our need to have a roof over our heads.
My job had stagnated, and I couldn't find anything better. I was stuck. Like me, she'd been job hunting as well. Unlike me, she had a master's, and her prospects should've been higher. They weren't. For five months, she applied to hundreds of jobs and couldn't break through. If she got a rejection email, it was a win. Most of the time, the companies never responded.
Finally, she found a great opportunity at a Fortune 500 company. It was an involved process. She nailed the five interviews, and her "test project" was well received. She was offered the position, and it came with a massive pay increase—double her current salary. I was proud of her—she needed a win. We celebrated with pizza and beer that night.
Two days later, she dropped the bomb that she was breaking things off. The relationship ending wasn't a surprise. The timing was. The discussion was brief, and there was zero chance of reconciliation. She declined when I asked if she could stay until the lease ended. Mentally, it would've been too much for her. Two days after that, she moved out, taking half the rent with her. I was stuck in a lease I couldn't afford on my salary for the next six months.
My free time evaporated as I took on two extra gigs to help make ends meet. In addition to my office nine to five, I drove for a delivery app on the weekends and took a part-time night job stocking shelves at a local grocery store. When I wasn't hustling for housing, I slept or ate. I did nothing beyond that. Nothing brings me joy. There is no spark.
This drudgery has become my daily routine, and it's killing me.
To help cover some cost gaps, I've started selling off some of my stuff online. It was just me here, and I decided that the Spartan lifestyle would have to work for now. Anything I could fetch a decent amount for went up for sale. My apartment is so empty now every noise causes an echo.
Before my shift at the grocery store, I agreed to meet someone who wanted to take a look at my kitchen table. It was a lovely table – my ex had obsessed over it – but I didn't see a need at the moment. Now that I was a bachelor, my TV trays became my default kitchen tables anyway. I wasn't planning on any dinner parties in the future anyway.
A couple showed up later than they said they would. It was a bored-looking guy and a fastidious young woman. She made friendly small talk as she looked over the table. Her boyfriend (I think) stayed quiet and played bodyguard. I gave him a friendly nod at one point, and he just looked away. She said they'd take it without trying to talk me down. I took the small win.
She asked if I could help carry it down to their truck. I was running late, but feeling helpful, even for a fleeting few seconds, was worth it. Her silent boyfriend and I hauled the table through the hallway and even managed to avoid hitting the walls the entire way down.
I placed it in their truck, got my money, and turned to leave. The girl said thanks, and the boyfriend finally returned the nod. I gave a weird half-wave to them both and started to walk away when I heard the passenger window being rolled down.
"Hey man," the boyfriend said, his voice higher pitched than I thought it would. "What was up with your brother giving us the evil eye in the lobby when we got here?"
I turned around, "Huh? I don't have a brother."
"A cousin then?"
"My family lives about a thousand miles away. What happened in the lobby?"
"A dude that looked just like you was hiding in a dark hallway in the lobby and staring at my girl's ass."
"Jacob, really," she said.
"I'm sorry that happened, but I had nothing to do with it. We do have the occasional homeless guy meander in. Maybe you saw one of them," I said. "Did he say or do anything bad?"
"Jacob, I asked you to not say something," the girl said, burying her head in her hands.
Jacob's frosty attitude to me made sense now. "He said something about running up that ass. I dunno, he was mumbling. I told him I'd beat his ass if he didn't stop staring. Seemed to shut him up."
"Oh. Well, congrats," I said. "I'll tell the manager. Thanks for letting me know."
"You should do a better job keeping jokers like that out of the building."
"Jacob, he's not a security guard."
"He should still be a man and protect his home."
"Have a good night," I said, ending the conversation and heading back up to my apartment. I had about five minutes to change and head out before I'd be late. Last thing my ego needed was to be fired from my backup job.
Thankfully, I was able to slip into work and not get spotted by my boss. That was the last of the good news, though. We had a massive weekly order come in, which meant I'd be there late, plus someone had called out. Worse, our hand truck had a flat tire, and I spent the next few hours torturing my muscles, schlepping heavy boxes around the store. I soldiered on, counting down the minutes until I left and fantasizing about going to bed for the night.
If wishing for sleep wasn't a sad statement to my mental well-being, nothing was.
I came home after my shift at the grocery store and plopped down on the couch. I had contemplated selling it, but it was an older Ikea number, and I didn't think the value would replace my desire to sit. I could feel my body sink into the cushions, and the day's tension seep out. I was beat and tired to the point that turning on the TV was a chore.
I picked up my phone and thought I'd doomscroll until sleep overtook me. I didn't expect it to be a long scroll, as even the methadone that is my phone has failed me lately. As I lowered myself from a slumped position to a supine one, I heard footsteps outside my apartment door. This was not unusual, but the noise I heard sounded like kid footsteps. That was unusual, as nobody on our floor had kids, and it was almost midnight.
Despite my body screaming at me to not move, my brain suggested I check it out. I rolled myself off the couch and eventually stood up. I listened again and heard the kid running down the hallway. I walked over to my door and looked out the peephole. I didn't see anyone.
"Maybe I'm dreaming," I said to myself. "Maybe I'm not staring out a peephole, expecting to see a kid running down the hall at midnight, but instead, I'm cuddled up in my bed, snoozing." I pinched my arm and felt the pain. I was definitely in the waking world.
I turned to head back to the couch when I heard the running again, this time louder. I opened my door and peeked out into the hallway. Nobody was there. The door from the apartment across me opened up, too. Gloria, a young at heart grandma who was friendly/constantly buzzed in a wine mom kind of way, gave me a once over.
"You heard that, too?" she asked.
"Kids?"
"No rugrats around. I assumed it was some drunk assholes stumbling home from the bar."
I laughed. Gloria was, as always, blunt. "I didn't see any assholes," I said.
"Then you're not watching the right kind of internet videos," she said with a wink and a hoarse cackle.
I blushed. How do you respond to that? I just kind of nodded in agreement and shrugged.
"Gotta get your jollies while you can," she said before adding, "You need some rest, dear. You look like hammered shit." She shut her door and went back inside.
She was right. I felt like hammered shit. Since I wasn't going to solve the case of the mysterious runner and was sure it wasn't some lost kid, I decided to call it a night. I went back inside, shut down the apartment, and crawled into bed.
I thought about watching one of the "right kind of internet videos" but fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.
***
"Your problem is you think the world owes you something."
John, my elderly coworker at the grocery store, was standing by while I unloaded a pallet of cereal. I liked John, and when I first started, we instantly clicked. He's quick with a joke and fun to talk to. He's also about thirty years older than me and speaks with the Boomer combination of accumulated wisdom, backhanded compliments, and fringe conspiracy nonsense. Still, regardless of how couched the kindness is in gobbledygook, he's usually coming from a good place.
"What?" I said, putting a box of Captain Crunch on the shelf.
"You're complaining about your situation, right? Saying it ain't fair. The world took a paddle to your hind quarters? Hey brother, that's the way the cookie crumbles. Gotta just pick yourself up and start over. You're smart enough – figured this job out right quick – you can do it."
The job was wheeling pallets around the store and stocking shelves. It wasn't much to figure out, but I understood his meaning. The other stuff wasn't necessary, though. "I'm just in a funk. I don't see a way forward."
"Hey, so you've bottomed out. No shame in that. Happens to us all. Silver lining, you can only go up," he said before adding, "Unless some other bad shit happens to you like your car dies or your apartment building burns down. But after that, it's only up."
"The apartment building burning down would be a blessing," I said, hoisting another little Captain on the shelf. "The rent is killing me."
"Have you tried negotiating a lower rent? They used to do that when I was your age."
"I think they'd evict me if I even asked."
"Hell, then you'd have at least thirty days, maybe forty, before they'd kick you out. Plenty of time to turn things around."
"Uh-huh," I said, "Any chance you could give me a hand here?"
"My back is screaming like a pretty young thing after prom," he said, holding his back for emphasis.
I didn't push. "Hey, I meant to tell you about some weird shit that happened the other night."
"Lay it on me. I love the strange."
"So, after my shift the other day, I got home around midnight and was flopped on the couch. I heard someone running down the hallway outside my apartment. I wasn't the only one. A few other neighbors heard it, too. When we checked, though, nobody was there."
"That ain't strange," John said, waving his hand, "that's a man who's plowing another man's wife running for his life."
I laughed. "That's not the weird part. So, for the next two nights, it's the same thing. Around midnight, someone runs down the hallway. Only this time, they're trying the door handles as they pass. So, I asked the front desk to check the security cameras, and they do."
"They see a man running away holding his clothes?"
"There wasn't anyone running down the hall," I said, "But the weird thing was, you could see the door handles turning on the video."
"Damn, that's a good one," John said, "You sure it wasn't just a camera glitch. These new ones from overseas aren't as reliable as they want you to think. Chinese probably using them to spy on you, too."
He continued as my brain tried to reconcile John's two opposing comments. "Weird shit happens at night, man. Before working here, I only worked the day shift. Even when they offered me more money to work nights, I turned it down. Even when they promised me a promotion, I turned them down."
In a previous life, John had worked as a paramedic. He came by it after serving in a medical unit in the army. He'd told me he loved the rush of the job, but after a while, the death and hurt in people's eyes got to be too much to handle. But he worked there for almost twenty years. So, the man had a tolerance for shenanigans and odd occurrences.
"Why'd you agree to work nights here?"
"Shit, we're home before the witching hour. This is like late afternoons, at best. But if it was overnights, hell no. Captain Crunch can anchor his own ship to the shelves. I'd take my ass to 7-11 for a day shift before agreeing to work an overnight."
"Something happen to you during the army?”
“I got the clap,” he offered.
I sighed. “What turned you off nights?"
"Oh. I heard enough stories from coworkers to know I didn't want to experience any of that hoo-doo shit," he said, "trying to save someone's life is hard enough without adding in demon kids and ghosts."
"Did your coworkers see demon kids?" I asked, moving on from the good Captain to the Trix rabbit.
He nodded, "They saw too much. I find it odd, even with all the surveillance we have now and all the science we know about these days, that the night still scares us. You ever know someone who worked a night shift?"
I had. My ex. During college, she worked the overnight desk at a hotel for a while. She quit because the job gave her bad vibes. I told John as much.
He pointed and laughed, "See! Don't you find it odd that every person who works at night always has a story of something eerie happening to them? Every person, buster. That's what they call an irrefutable fact."
"Maybe the ghost running down the hallway is an old employee still doing his rounds."
"In that case, keep that door double locked. I'd even wedge a towel under the door just in case."
"Maybe they're friendly? Casper-like in that way."
"You ever heard someone tell you about a friendly ghost outside the funny papers?"
"I'm sure it happens," I said, "The scary ghosts are more popular though."
“We think we know everything there is to know but we are just babes in the woods when it comes to night things.” John shook his head. "Imma tell you one or three things that happened to a guy I worked with back when I first got hired on to chase after corpses in the ambo. Guy's name was Gil. Quiet man, kept to himself. Didn't rock the boat or demand a bigger paddle. Just rowed with us. Good cat to learn under," John said, finally handing me a cereal box.
I took it, and he kept going, "Now, Gil, ya see, he had a little wifey that would pester him about working days. She was a cop and worked evenings at that time, so they never saw each other. When married people can't align their genitals every now and then, it spells doom."
"A little too much information but sure," I said, shelving another box of Trix.
"Probably part of what happened with you and yours," he said. He wasn't wrong, but that didn't mean I wanted to hear it.
John kept on, "Gil finally got approved to move to nights. Little pay boost and a happy, 'fulfilled' wife should've made that man happy. But it didn't. I saw him a few months later, and he had changed. He might've been quiet when he was working with me, but he'd talk to you if you engaged. When I saw him that time, though, oh boy. He looked sick."
"Wasn't a fan of working nights?"
"Wasn't a fan of living anymore is the feeling I got," John said, "After some prodding, he got to talking with me some. Told me he missed days because the nights were messing with him. I thought it had to do with the schedule change, but that wasn't the case. He said he saw things in the dark he couldn't explain. Things that would turn James Brown into James White, ya dig?"
"I...dig," I said.
"Told me they got a call to an abandoned apartment building one night, around three in the morning. Wasn't unusual. Old buildings in the city are where hop-heads congregate and share drugs. Sometimes, the drugs are too much. Sometimes, they find a person passed out or, worse, dead. When you work in the ambo, you aren't scared of death like a civilian. You've been around it. Probably seen a few folks take their last breaths. It doesn't bother you the way Mother Nature intended it should."
He handed me another box, continuing his assist streak, and kept going, "Ambo pulled up, Gil stepped out and looked for someone to talk to. Nobody there, though. Not uncommon. Some people want to help but not be involved. There's not a soul around. He calls out, but nothing comes back. Tells me he turns to get back in the ambulance when he hears a scream from inside the run-down building. They're calling for help. He's gotta go in the abandoned building in the dark."
"No thanks," I said.
"But it don't bother a medic like that. Gil's done a million of these calls. No big deal. He runs into that building but doesn't come back out until twenty minutes later. Just goes missing. After five, the crew heads in to back him up but can't find him. Gil tells me his crew called the cops. It was like he had vanished."
"What happened?"
"I asked him and he got real quiet. Said he fell into some place that looked like here but wasn't here. Said he felt their eyes on him. Judging him. Told me they followed him home and wouldn't leave him be."
"Who?"
John shrugged, "He didn't say. Shut down after that and left. Just walked past me like I was shit on the sidewalk. He quit about a week later. Heard he had a stroke a year later and was a tombstone owner three months after that. Good guy, though."
"Your aversion to overnights makes a little more sense."
"Never in a million years. You don't want something like that coming after you."
"In my case, could it get much worse?" I said with a half-smile.
"Man, I wouldn't even joke about that," he said, making the sign of the cross, "You don't want that shit attachin' itself to you. With your luck, you'd bring him in here, and it'd hop over to me. I can't have a ghost crimping my style."
After a bit, he got called away to sign off on a delivery. I finished out my shift and headed out to the parking lot. When I exited the building and spotted my car, I froze. My doors were all open, and the interior lights were on. Someone had broken in.
I glanced around the lot to see if the thief was still around, but there wasn't another person near me. I walked over to the car and peered inside. My glovebox had been ripped open, and my registration was pulled out, but nothing else was missing.
I found little hand prints in the dirt all along the body and the windows. I held mine up for comparison, and they were about half the size. It must've been some tweens or teens who did this. Maybe they were going to steal some things and got cold feet. I contemplated calling the cops, but since nothing had happened and they wouldn't do anything anyway, there was no reason to delay sleep any longer than I had to. I closed all the doors and climbed inside.
I started the car and heard something rattling in the AC vents. I pulled out my phone and shined the light at the vent. There was a small piece of paper inside. I looked around my car for some tool to pull it out and only found an ink pen and a bent-up paperclip. After McGuyvering the vent for a bit, the paper finally came out.
I held it up and unfolded it. There was a handwritten note. It simply read, "I know you're here. I know you're hiding him. I will find you both, and then it'll be your turn to run the race. We all have to run at some point."
I had no idea what that meant, but my body still provided goosebumps. Who was trying to find me? Who was the second person? Why leave a note in my AC vent? What the hell did run the race mean? I hadn't run a race since elementary school and wasn't planning to do so any time soon. Did they mean the rat race? Because I was basically marathoning that motherfucker already.
"Jesus Christ," I said, shaking my head. "What else, universe?"
As if it were a well-practiced comedy routine, the universe responded. My back passenger door swung open, and I heard footsteps running away from my car. I sprung up and scrambled to get out. There wasn't anyone else in the lot that I could see, but very clearly, someone had been hiding in my backseat.
My nerves were shot already, and this was not something I wanted to deal with at the moment. My brain decided that to avoid a breakdown, I needed to shift into automatic mode and just get back to the safety of my apartment. I'd be more prepared to deal with this – whatever it was – in the morning.
Either that or I'd jump in front of a bus. Both sounded satisfying, albeit in different ways.
***
"There he is," Gloria said as soon as I turned down the hallway. I looked up and noticed a small cabal of my neighbors standing in a semi-circle, waiting for me. They all look displeased.
"Hey guys," I said, confused. "I miss an invite for a block party?"
"What do you have to say for yourself?"
"About?"
"Don't play dumb," another neighbor said, jabbing their finger in my direction.
"I'm not playing," I said, realizing the self-burn only after the words escaped my lips.
Gloria showed me the screen on her phone. It was a static shot of her door from across the hall. She pressed play, and nothing happened for a beat until something darted across the screen. That was the whole thing. I looked up at her, my face twisted up in confusion.
"Well," she said, "What do you have to say?"
"What was that?" I asked.
"That was you!" the pointing neighbor said, pointing harder than I thought possible.
"What?" I said, laughing. "Are you all serious?" They didn't laugh, and I realized they weren't joking. "How can you even tell it's me? It's a blur. Never mind the fact I've been at work for the last five hours. Plus, this blur is half my size. I get we're all weirded out about the Phantom Runner, but it's not me. I swear to God. I don't even have the energy to think about running, let alone the physical desire to."
"Then explain this," Gloria said, slightly swaying from the half bottle of Pinot Noir coursing through her blood. She rewound the video and froze it on a specific frame. I couldn't believe my eyes, but I was looking at...me. Or, rather, something pretending to be me.
"What the fuck?" I said, my jaw dropping.
"Still think we're lying?" the pointer said smugly.
"No, but, guys, this isn't me. I... I've been at work. Wanna see my schedule?"
I reached into my phone and pulled it out. There was an email with my work schedule that confirmed what I was saying. They relaxed, and, for the first time, anger gave way to fear. Their very plausible explanation was suddenly invalid. It left two implausible answers floating in the ether: either I had a pint-sized doppelganger terrorizing the hallways of my apartment, or a ghost was haunting the building.
"I'm...gonna go inside," the pointer said, walking back to their home. Everyone else drifted away until it was just Gloria and I standing alone in the hallway.
She looked at me and sighed, "I feel like an asshole," she said. "Sorry I accused you of causing the racket."
"If I had seen the video, I would've thought the same thing," I said. "We're good."
"What do you think it is?" she asked.
I shrugged and let out an exhausted sigh. "Honestly, Gloria, I've had a screwed-up night already, and this is the cherry on top of the shit sundae; forgive my language. I don't have the mental bandwidth to even comprehend what's on the video at the moment."
"Think it's after you?" she asked, though I suspected the wine had forced her to put that idea out into the universe. As I had already seen, the universe seemed to take requests on my behalf.
"Maybe it's after you?" I said, coming off a little meaner than I intended, but I didn't care. I left her there to contemplate that scenario and went into my apartment.
As soon as the door shut behind me, I felt on edge. Just because I didn't have the mental bandwidth to discuss the doppelganger didn't mean it wasn't dominating my thoughts. I saw the frame of the video. The damn ghost looked exactly like me. What could that possibly mean? I know I had wished for death, but I was very still alive. I had rent due to prove that.
Did I happen to live in a place haunted by a ghost that looked strikingly like me? Was it some kid with a passing resemblance just causing chaos? Was it something else I couldn't even comprehend – an alien? A clone? A secret government project?
There was a thumping coming from the hallway. The mini Usain Bolt was at it again. I knew the neighbors would ignore it. Since they had all thought it was me, which was proven to be untrue, they would avoid the running man from now on. While curious and confused by the creature, they'd never put themselves in harm's way to discover what it was. They were not a brave lot.
Neither was I, but maybe my life crumbling around me had forced my hand. I walked over to my door and swung it open. I hit record on my phone, stuck it out like a periscope, and glanced around the hallway. Nobody was there. No neighbors were looking. No person was running.
"You gotta stop, man. I need to go to sleep," I said to the empty space. No response, not that I was expecting one.
I turned to walk back in, and I caught something out of the corner of my eye. A face at the end of the hallway peeked around the corner. For a quick second, we locked eyes, and it was like I was looking into a mirror. This thing was me. But...how?
I tried to get it on video, but it ducked back into the shadows. I took that as a cue to shut and lock my door. My heart was racing, and I didn't want to think about this anymore, but I couldn't help it. There was a me in the hallway who enjoyed pestering my neighbors. Worse, they liked to run for some ungodly reason.
I put my phone on the counter, the video still rolling, when there was a knock at my door. It echoed in my near-empty apartment. I tried to ignore it and convince myself it was something else, but it wasn't. The ghost was knocking on my door. Even with my brain paralyzed, I couldn't help but think that it was awfully polite to knock.
Another knock, this one more forceful. I wondered if the neighbors thought I was making this up?
"I know you're in there," a voice said. It sounded just like me. "This is about the race. We all have to run the race. It's your turn now."
I froze. My legs went wobbly like a boxer on the brink of a blackout, but I stayed tall. I opened my mouth to speak and found the words dying in my throat. I grabbed a nearby bottle of water and took a chug.
"We all have to run the race."
"What race?" I choked out, "What are you talking about?"
"Open up. They're in there already, and I need to get them."
I glanced all around my empty apartment. I didn't see anyone else in here. I didn't hear anything. Whatever this thing was, it was lying. I grabbed my phone and held it in my hand. I wanted to document this to prove that I wasn't crazy.
“Did you leave the note?”
“I know they’re in there with you,” it repeated.
"There's no one in here," I said.
"They're hiding. I think I know where. I can hear them."
"You've gotta get out of here," I said. "There's nothing here, and you're scaring people."
"I'm scared, and you should be! You have to run the race, man! Open up, and I can show you."
The handle started to shake. I peered through the keyhole and only saw the top of the other me's head. They began to shoulder the door, and it crunched against my nose. I screamed out in pain and stumbled back. I tripped over my feet and landed hard on my ass.
The thing slammed into the door two more times, shaking the walls. The strength seemed unnatural. On the third hit, the door burst open. I finally got a view of the thing. It was me. Scaled down by half, but it was me. We both seemed shocked.
"You're so much taller up close," the other me said.
"Who the fuck are you?"
I felt a buzzing in my feet that seemed to climb up my body until it reached my brain. There was an intense pain that rippled through the folds of my mind. Through the pain, I could hear a disembodied voice whisper, "We all must run the race. We all have to run. Chase it. Chase yourself." It felt like my skull was going to split in two. I clutched the sides of my head and let out a primal scream that hurt my own ears.
Then it was gone. But I could still feel the echoes in my mind. "We all have to run the race. We all have to run." The thought would waver between making no sense and making complete sense. One second, I was questioning what was happening to my mind, and the next, all I felt was the desire to continue the race.
"There he is!" the other me yelled, pointing at the hallway.
I glanced over and saw another version of me standing in the hallway. It was half the size of the other me that had broken into my place. When tiny me locked eyes with my intruder, he ran for the open hallway closet.
The other me followed, screaming that it would catch the little bastard if it was the last thing he'd do. I pushed myself up to my feet and felt queasy. I watched as the other me ran head-first into the closet without slowing. I expected to hear a loud thump as it hit the back wall but none came.
"We all have to run the race," the voice in my head said, soothing my nerves. "It's your time to run the race."
I moved down the hallway, each footfall echoing loudly in the empty apartment, each step bringing me closer to the closet door. Something was drawing me there. The voice's words echoed in my mind as well: "We all have to run the race. It's your turn now."
I grabbed the door and stopped. Something was compelling me to move forward. To go into the closet. To chase myself. To run the race.
"No," I whispered and yanked my hand from the door. I pulled out my still recording phone, and stared into the camera. My face was devoid of color, and you could see the fear etched into me. "I'm freaking out because...because…"
I stopped. I felt an invisible hand grab my body and tug. "Because...because if I don't run the race, something bad will happen. I have to chase it. I...I have to."
My phone dropped from my hand, and I didn’t care. The force pulling me forward stopped but my body kept going. I could feel the last strands of my rational mind splintering. My thoughts became focused on one thing: I had to catch myself, find out what was happening, and run the race. If I ran, maybe I'd win.
I needed a win.
I walked into the back of the closet and felt a door handle sticking out of the wall. I'd been in that closet a million times before and never had seen this. But a sense of calm washed over me. This….this was supposed to be here. This was perfectly fine.
I turned the handle and pulled open the invisible door. In front of me was a hallway that looked strikingly like the one outside my apartment. At the end of the hallway, I saw Gloria step out of their home to leave for the night. She was huge. Twice my size, easy.
Another door opened, and I saw...me—a giant version of me. The Hulk version of me was getting ready to go to the grocery store for work. I watched as the giant Gloria and giant me joked and laughed. I was stunned.
I stared, and a new thought came to me. I have to find the smaller me and talk to it. I needed to find out if there's a way out of this...this….
"It's your turn to run," the voice said.
Calm embraced me. "It's my turn to run," I repeated. As the giant me took off and the giant Gloria re-entered her apartment, the hallway beckoned.
"We all have to run the race," I said softly, "It's my turn now."
I started running.

EDIT: It was instant replay from nvidia. that sucks
No matter what i change my polling rate to, moving the mouse still causes the screen and inputs to freeze. What the hell am I supposed to do about this, its making the game unplayable

Just got this previous model Proform treadmill for free cause the previous owner said the console was bad and belt wouldn’t turn on. I did a factory reset and got it to boot past the screen it was stuck on and belt to turn on but now I’m having this speed variation issue (see video). So far I have lubed the deck, adjusted belt tension, checked continuity everywhere I could think of including motor coils, wiring, etc., and made sure there were no bent pins or loose connections anywhere. Looks to me like the motor and power board are working fine but the signal generator may be failing which would mean buying a new console. Just wanted to see if there is anything else I should try before spending $500+ on a new console or parting it out.
Model number: PFTL13118.5

I'm sure behavior is correct. I'm just not sure I understand why it's correct.
This is about rendeBuild() cycles and creation/use of BuildContext objects.
(Warning: had to add lots of code here because setup is complex. Just asking for confirmation of my understanding, so feel free to move on to next post...)
Scenario: Screen 1 has an InheritedWidget. Clicking a button in Screen 1 causes render of Screen 2. Screen 2 can't see/find the inherited widget.
Here's the InheritedWidget definition, just for reference. Nothing relevant (I don't think).

class MyInheritedWidget extends InheritedWidget { final int theIntValue; MyInheritedWidget({ Key? key, required this.theIntValue, required Widget child, }) : super(key: key, child: child); u/override bool updateShouldNotify(MyInheritedWidget oldWidget) { return false; } static MyInheritedWidget? of(BuildContext context) { return context.dependOnInheritedWidgetOfExactType(); } } 

Here's "Screen 1" that embeds the InheritedWidget and renders the button.
As expected, while rendering the button container it's in the same context and can "see" the InheritedWidget fine (point A).

class Screen1Root extends StatelessWidget { u/override Widget build(BuildContext context) { return MyInheritedWidget( // <-- CREATE theIntValue: 999, child: ButtonContainer(), ); } } class ButtonContainer extends StatelessWidget { @override Widget build(BuildContext context) { /* A */ final iw = MyInheritedWidget.of(context); print('At point A, iw = $iw'); // <-- IS OBJECT // Content: ElevatedButton and click handler. Nothing else. return ElevatedButton( onPressed: () { // Now in async callback executed later Navigator.push( context, MaterialPageRoute( builder: (someNewContext) { // Now in builder, executed even later still /* B */ final iw = MyInheritedWidget.of(someNewContext); print('At point B, iw = $iw'); // <-- IS NULL return Screen2Root( ); }), ); // end Navigator.push() }, child: Text('Go') ); } } 

Render pass finishes, Screen 1 fully rendered, button sitting there but not yet clicked.
Output so far is:

flutter: At point A, iw = MyInheritedWidget <-- As expected 

Click the button. The onPressed() callback starts, and executes

() { Navigator.push( ... ... new Screen2Root() widget ) } 

Here's screen 2's widget definition

class Screen2Root extends StatelessWidget { const Screen2Root({super.key}); @override Widget build(BuildContext context) { /* C */ final iw = MyInheritedWidget.of(context); print('At point C, iw = $iw'); // <-- IS NULL return Scaffold( appBar: AppBar( title: const Text('Test Screen') ), body: Text('Destination screen'), ); } } 

The total output is:

flutter: At point A, iw = MyInheritedWidget flutter: At point B, iw = null flutter: At point C, iw = null 

So the code in the button click handler (point B) fails to find the InheritedWidget, as does everything in Screen2Root widget (point C).
So it appears true that invoking an async event-triggered callback creates a new rendering context that is entirely divorced from the earlier rendering round that rendered Screen 1, and the widget tree that created.
Put another way: Screen 2's root widget is not a child of Screen 1 widgets, or any part of Screen 1.
(right?)
So... (?) it's rendering a new widget tree for Screen 2, and that will get added to the tree next to Screen 1, but is not a descendent of Screen 1.
Correct?
Or am I still confused?
This interpretation matches what I see in VSCode's "widget inspector" but I just want to be certain I understand the concept. [As the entire point of what I'm working on is getting an object, wrapped in an InheritedWidget, into Screen 2.]