Me: HIYIPP big guy. Time to get your honeybee ass in gear and start climbing. Got no time for your backtalk and finger twiddling this morning. I’ve got important things on my mind.
Old Sol: Yeah, I’m awake over here. Sometimes your cheek causes me to faint and have to revive myself, but it’s never kept me from doing my job.
Me: What you’re calling cheek, amigo, is just proper perspective. You don’t have one because you’re too preoccupied with insignificant happenings that take too long to make any difference.
Old Sol: I wonder why I bother.
Me: Lately I’ve wondered if you’d mind skipping a day-or-three. You’ve been doing your job a bit too anal for my tastes. I’m not saying today. We’ve already got things planned for today. But how about we schedule something later this week?
Old Sol: I swear it would be a relief. I could use the sleep.
Me: Let’s do it then. I’ll have my people talk to your people.
Old Sol: Sure thing. By the way, you are one weird duck. Time was you used to pray me up. How’d we get from there to here?
Me: Other things just got more important. A person can set his watch by what you’re going to do, but there’s stuff going on closer in requires hands-on attention. There’s a popular movement to put you on a time-clock and forget about you. My cup’s empty and I need to feed the cats. Just try to get everything right and do things on time today. I’ve got no time to mess with you.
Old Jules
So Far From Heaven 