"Really? It sounded like you had a definite reason to check email - something more than just wanting to see if anyone had sent something." (which I know full well because of having looked over her shoulder, but I was thinking that even *before* I glanced over.)
"No. Nothing. Nothing you'd be interested in."
ooo-kay . . .
Note that this is my mom, the person who'll cheerfully rant on about something you're *not* interested in for fifteen minutes. If you actually *ask* her about something, you'll be sitting there all day.
A few minutes later, she gets her pajamas and turns a light out or two, clearly going to bed. Very early for her, too.
"Are you going to bed."
". . . are you in a bad mood or something?"
"I don't know, should I be?"
"Well . . . you certainly seem to be."
"Oh. I'm going to bed. Good night."
And she leaves.
I mean, really . . . she probably *could* be more obvious, but she'd have to work at it . . . and she could at least *say* she is, when it's pretty blindingly clear . . .
sigh. It's stuff like this that reminds me why I really hated living here . . . now I can do something about it, finally, namely, totally ignore her. In three and a half weeks I'll be gone.
Not sure if I really want to come back here, either . . . I'm beginning to think that if I *do* come back to Seattle, I'm living somewhere apart from parents. And even that isn't even remotely certain. I'll do some major jobhunting a few months before next summer - might end up somewhere else, I'll get an apartment for summer and see what I can do on my own.
With any luck, I'll actually have some mildly impressive stuff done.