I took two Guinness cupcakes I had made, in a container, up to Atria to give to my mother, who covered them and left them on her kitchen counter. I know they will be there still when I go back in a couple of days and she won't remember who brought them to her, but owell, it was a nice moment giving them to her. We had our usual one-sided conversation, with me trying desperately to find something interesting to tell her (and today it was all about all the silly problems I had during the day). When I finished she sighed and said "well...nothing exciting is happening here. Is it cold outside?" Sigh.