>I’m on vacation this week. Sort of on vacation. I’m going East to visit my family for a few days. Which, I don’t expect, will be terribly relaxing. (It never is.) We always drive all over the place, visiting a million relatives. And my parents yell at each other. And I sit in the backseat and completely regress. My dad is having trouble seeing out of one of his eyes these days–his name is Bob; and I’ve started referring to him as “Bobclops”–which should make riding around with him driving A LOT more exciting than it normally is.Whenever I have…