After my last few posts I'm in a sentimental mood. I'm gonna tell a barely related story.

Apparently, when my mother was a kid some seventy to eighty years ago, her sisters had a stalker. As a result, their parents switched the rooms of their daughters. (Probably not the approach I would take, but since I didn't exist at this point I wasn't consulted.) My mom got a new room but was understandably worried about the stalker. She talked to her adopted sister - whom she liked much better than her biological ones - about her fears, saying "what if I wake up and he's at the window, staring at me? What would you do?"

The sister in question said "I'd stare right back at him!"

So, for the third time in my lemmy career, one time very recent: thanks for reminding me of my mom. Most recently I said thanks for doing so in an unconventional manner, but at this point I'm inclined to say thank you for reminding me she was unconventional.