Laughing in leisure.

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Not a luxury, or a bitter thing.  Adding, subtracting, with calculus, physics, philosophy, and more thrown.

When I see about how milfs are angry, horny, and alone.  Even mids could sort that easily.  Not even I have truly run away from women.  I just turned my back on certain of them.  Behave, be humble, lose weight, shut up, and smile.  Like, basically, what men are required to do.

If she doesn't like something.  Fix it.  Or learn to wait.  My mother has learned this.  I'll work with her, but only with what I have.  I have limits.  She did have to learn.  But not being in a nursing home, where her efforts were hated, where trying to improve her life was considered uppity, where the whole place reaked of urine, or worse at times, at least on the periphory?  And they hated willful women?  She... settled her demands, learned to do it herself.  Or to be patient and wait, until I could, would.

She still doesn't have her tv up.  Her bathroom, and bedroom, are not painted.  But the grabbar is in, the new showerhead is up, her new nightstand is together and in place, she has a dog, and the kennel is set up.  Many other things have been done.  A thousand things to go.  One to three things every day, or other day.  But she has to be rather independent.

I am hoping the walk-in bath helps.  Muscles, even bones, have been aching.  Muscle exhaustion, to the point of muscles burning, often, for no good reason, has been plaguing me since I started geting ready for mom to move in.  She has been pushing me far too hard.  A rest will be needed or death will visit.

A few more tasks.  Then to my room up here, if more slowly.  Then hibernation.  I'll mostly sleep for a month or two.  Winter is great for that.  Three months?  Will be finding out.  If mother has particular difficulties, I'll see about tech, technique, or helpers.  Limits, though, too.  Can't recode the matrix in a day.

I also see videos about why folks like me stay distant.  Often putting the understanding that trusting others is a problem.  And, that was... until it was understood?  Or so.  Missing the other part.  That I realize I, too, am a flawed friend.  Half the story.

Oh, and seeing that car lots are full to bristling with newer, even stock from years past.  They aren't trying to sell them.  Did Biden fund them, in advance.  Order them to make ice vehicles both too expensive and too unreliable for all save the filthy rich to even cosider?  Is Trump tapping into the kickbacks from the sellout so as to keep that going?

Trump says he is trying to fix things.  If so, manufacturers aren't working with him.  I just can't tell.  But dealers trying to sell things no one can trust or afford is the same problem single milfs are having.  Overpriced, unreliable, sexy as communists, and bought out by lawfare and a government that hates right people, institutions, processes, and life itself.

Still, with the slightest wry humor, even into gallows humor, that shit is funny.

I'll tell you, ladies?  If you have a middling man?  That's as good as it gets.  Walk away?  He will get better.  And you have as good as you will ever get.  Once gone, you become meat, at best.  Or... just... nothing.  Not fair, but you had your pick, once.

Good night, again, again.

On back to sleep for a bit.  Good night, again.