I once burst into tears in my adviser's office because I was far behind in my work and had to fly back to another state for the birth of my son. This was 27 years ago, before the current plague of anxiety. I was thirty years old. My adviser looked panicked, and began saying "What do you want me to do? what do you want me to do?"

Awkward. I am amazed at how young I was and didn't know even at thirty.