7 days later...

The Lost One is, at current, wondering if the whole move back to the pacific northwest was a good idea. Yes, on paper it was brilliant. Move back, volunteer, connect with the local legal scene, return victorious. A week later, and the Lost One has no apartment (he has seen every crack house looking for a new tenant in the area), a "day job" that is taking up all of the time during which he should be volunteering, and a family he never sees thanks to...A witchy roommate .

Yet as all seems lost, on the horizon one sees a glimpse of hope...The Roaming One will be traveling to the Lost One's father's (here after "Ulysses") for the summer, but more importantly his car is staying in the area, the Lost One "should" start the volunteering, and well, there has to be a decent apartment... Somewhere. Until then, the Lost One will be waiting with the bated breath of the true fan boy for Harry Turtledove's alt-history masterpiece The Grapple. Even if he is an unrepentant liberal.

Until next time friends...