Watching people tiptoe around their own parents' houses as adults never stops being sad to me. My old roommate would hide her phone in a sock drawer before visiting her folks, and she was 26. A guy I know locks his laptop in his car when his dad comes over. That stuff does not just go away on its own, it just turns into hiding things in new ways. What your mom did sent a clear message that your private thoughts were hers to take. No wonder your brain still hits the alarm button when you pick up a pen.

My buddy did that at Century III and found his old Spencer's was a Sunglass Hut first, total mind trip.

How often does that nightly sync actually run? I set something like that up once and found out months later it had been failing quietly the whole time.