Sometimes it says, "OK, I'm going to cut the circulation off in your right foot now. You've had it curled behind the chair long enough. I hope you kiss the carpet when you try to stand." That's when it's being nice. More often it says things like, "Hey, guess what? You're gonna need a bigger chair! That sprawling prairie you sit on is being covered over by the gentle rolling hills around your middle." I try to pacify it by promising that we'll go on a walk later and then to the gym or some other such nonsense. I don't think it believes me. I need to be more convincing. I'll work on that - just as soon as I've finished this last.. little.. bit.. of..
