*waves at a mover and points frantically toward an end table* Don't think of it, dear. I'd just changed my mind about a few pieces of furniture so they're moving the last of it.
*frowns because she's fairly certain she's hearing your "life's not the greatest right now but it could be a lot worse but still, there are things troubling me and if I talk to Mother and hedge a little and listen to her general reassurances that it'll all work out okay in the end, and that she loves me, maybe best of all (I think, though she'd never say it), I'll end up feeling a bit better" voice*
*sounding some combination of nonplussed and wry (and yes, knows it's a weird combination but she's feeling kind of weird these days. ask anyone.)* The beach is overrated, pumpkin.