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I have been slacking, no doubt about it.

First today, a joke:

Q: What disease do you suffer from if you compulsively embroider to keep away bad luck?

A: Super-stitchin'.

That's a fun ten-minute play right there. A grown man visits (or maybe lives with) his aging mother, and comes home one day to find a pile of embroidered garments (which may be all his clothes). He is frustrated with his mother...he told her not to do that anymore. She apologizes just a little, excusing herself by saying that she needs to do this to keep away the bad luck. He questions her, trying to figure out what has her doing this compulsive thing. She gives a reason, an example of bad luck without embroidery, and he tries to convince her that the bad luck won't be held back like that. She asks him what she'll do about making sure that he gets his promotion, and the roof doesn't cave in, and other things.

"I don't know, Ma, we'll figure out a way. One thing's for sure, though."

"What's that?"

"Super-stitchin' ain't the way."