Arrival in Seatac airport. Into the car for a short drive to a nearby town. Stop at Azteca for lunch. No wonder I thought I thought I hated Mexican food for over twenty years. We continue the drive. And drive. And drive. Not only is Port Townsend isolated, the place we're staying is itself located 15 miles from Port Townsend. We turn right seemingly at random along a lonely stretch of highway 19. This being Washington, the nearest landmarks are a cow pasture and coffee shop, both located at the corner.

The unit itself could accurately be described as "cozy", but is still quite nice. My brother arrives. Suddenly the unit seems much smaller. My brother's ennui and my parents' preoccupation with same is palpable. We play Yahtzee. I'm starting to remember why I let two years elapse between visits with my family. Later that night I ask my brother about his experience with network admin and scripting. He seems quite knowledgeable, and expresses great interest when I suggest that he apply for a job with G___'s team. I think that my parents have been drastically overstating the case when they have complained that my brother lacks motivation to find a job and leave the house. He seems quite excited at the prospect of moving to the Bay Area, and several times comments that the position sounds fun and engaging.