Actually, it does delight me, but I don't see the need to shout out "how wonderfully different!"

::nodnod::Or the need to point out every single thing. I have eyes, I do use them. I've *seen* it. For better or worse, my mother is too nice to call me rude and she mostly accepts my silences and other quirks, which makes me feel doubly guilty for being so irritable, and makes it really impossible to tell her to occasionally just *please* be silent for a little bit. Ah, guilt... where would we be without it... ::eyeroll::

I ended up going on walks alone to regain my balance.