I would always bring home work on weekends. And in the country — we had a cabin not far from New York, and I would come, and I would sit under the apple tree and write papers. And my mother would always say, “Does your boss know what you do on the weekends?” And I would say, “I’m not doing it for him, I’m doing it for me.” And one weekend, I came without any work, and she said, “You are not feeling well. And I said, “I’m feeling perfectly — ” “Oh, no! You are not telling me the truth. If you were feeling well, you would have brought some work with you.” So she had gotten used to the fact that I was supposed to work, that if I didn’t, it was obvious that I was sick.