A couple of stories in today's paper lend a little perspective to the start of the work week.

First, the body that was found on Mount Hood over the weekend isn't who they thought it was. They were looking for a fellow who got lost snowshoeing up there back in the snowy season. When they came upon a skeleton up where they were looking, the recovery team broke the news to the guy's loved ones. The word "closure" was all over the news Saturday night.

Well, closure ain't what it's cracked up to be... especially in this case. Upon further review, it turns out not to be that snowshoer's body. Now they're trying to figure out who it was that they found up there.

You've got to feel for the family. God help them.

Meanwhile, down in the valley, a train hit a car, killing a pregnant passenger in the auto. Her baby, however, survived after a caesarean. He's two and a half months premature, but at this writing, alive and kicking up on Pill Hill.

If you pray, there are lots of folks to do it for in that scenario, too.

You there, goofing off reading blogs at work. You been whining about your life? Take a good, clean, deep breath and count your blessings.