After a day of relaxation (aka sleeping the anxiety away), I'm going to go cover high school kids building robots. But not without having to explain this to Mother first.
See, my mother is a widow who hasn't learned that life can, and honestly does, go on. Unfortunately, since I'm an only child on the adopted side of my family, there's no buffer between Mother and me, and I'm often treated to conversations such as the one of five minutes ago about a watch she bought from a casino gift shop a couple weeks ago:
Mother: "You know where you put hook it so it stays on? It's all spongy now."
Me: Can you still wear it?
"Yeah, but I've only had it for two weeks. Do you think a jeweler would have leather bands?"
Yeah, they should.
"Oh. I was wondering if you could do me two favors today."
(Silence, since I talked to her last night and she mentioned nothing of this when I talked to her and she knows my schedule is such that I never really know what's going on from day-to-day.)
"Can you come over and take me to cash my check since I didn't ask Yolanda to do it yesterday, and then you can see my watch?"
(sighs) Well, I have an assignment, so I don't know what time I'd be there.
"What time would you get here?"
Mom, I don't know.
"Oh. Then I'll just have Yolanda take me."
All right.
More on this relationship later.
Oh, whatEVER. 
