The soldier and I awhile back:

“P, do you remember when we used to go to the hot tubs? Remember we used to rent those hot tubs by the hour?”

“Of course I remember that. Fun.”

“Yeah, we had a blast. But I was thinking how we always did things by the hour.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Go the No*Tel Motel, get a room by the hour. We used to rent those hot tubs all the time, but only for an hour. And we got those broken horses that time, also by the hour. And I was thinking about this and asking myself, why by the hour? Why did P and I always go do things for an hour?”

“What did you come up with?”

“Well I think it was because that was as long as we could stand being out of bed.”

I snorted.

“Yeah, we’d lie in bed all day you know. All day, all night, all the next day and then finally we’d want to get up and do something, but only for an hour or so. We’d get up and go to the grocery store or go have dinner for an hour and that was it. One hour to do stuff, then back to bed.”

“Oh my God, you’re right.”

“And we used to complain, too. Every time we had to get out of bed, we’d complain bitterly. You know, we’d be lying there for two days and one of us would have go to work and you’d think the sky was falling or something. We have to get up already? We sure hated to get out of bed so I think this is why we did all our leisure activities for an hour at a time. Out of bed any longer than that and we’d start getting nervous. Oh my God, we’re out of bed. Let’s go back. Let’s not talk. Let’s lie down and talk. And let’s not eat in this restaurant or in the kitchen, let’s take this food to the bed and eat it there.”

“Yeah, well you’re right.”

“I know. So no wonder we were always by ourselves. That’s what happens if you’re only willing to leave bed for an hour at a time. It makes it very hard to meet people and get to know them when the clock is ticking and all. Whoops! Love to stay and chat but we gotta get back to bed!”

Do you like to lie around? What is the Earth situation in your chart. How about Water?

“I don’t wear polyester, I’m a Taurus.”

So says my son.

I don’t know a Taurus who does, do you?