Had to laugh.

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My mother loves the show Two and a Half Men.  I just don't care for television to top it off.  But while finishing breakfast I was watching the last bit of one of them.  The mother on the show, of Charley, was talking to him, saying he didn't share with her, that he wouldn't open up to her.  He suggested he wouldn't open up because when he bought a car, she said he was buying a Nazi phallic symbol.  When he met a new girl she asked if he was paying by the hour or something else.  He told her to stop worrying, that he was doing well, great really.  That he was doing the best he could.  The mother then said something about being so sorry and sad.  Heh.  Oh, I chuckled, clucked, and enjoyed that little scene immensely.  My mother saw absolutely no humor in it.  Still on the couch pouting, I think.  Nose just a touch out of trim.  *laughing*  Oh yes I am.  Okay, so there are some lines...

Today is pretty much a day off.  I will call my friend in an hour or two, just to check on him.  I don't  want to disturb a nap or call him too early... as my mother wanted me to do.  *shakes head*  Then again I know my friend a bit better.  Not before noon, eleven at the very earliest if it is important.  Oh, he gets up earlier.  He just doesn't like to be disturbed by life too much before then.  I like a principled man like that.  We really weren't made to work arbitrary hours whether work exists or not.  That, really, is a woman thing and for those men who really mean to get ahead, and have the means.  For the ill, lazy, and crazy... noon.  Which of course, is why I push for early regular days... just in case I ever make it to the health that allows me to work.  But when I was sure I was stuck, it was noon for me too.  Principled in our prisons?  Something.

Yeah, corn and root vegetables, today, later... when the shadow is long enough that I am not working in the sun.  That is all else I plan to do.  Later.