I'm out at my parents, trying to leave. I'm discussing it with my mom, who is standing in the doorway of a monstrous RV. She says something out of character and totally inappropriate and insulting, crossing the line from normal discussion, and I respond "F*** you!", and the conversation ends.

I want to say that I'm sorry for saying that, I'm not angry or anything, I just don't know what to say when the conversation goes into personal insults. But she's gone into her RV, so I think I mention it to someone else and let it go.

It's getting late, but I'm not sure which car to take. Both my Subaru and my truck are parked there, and I think somebody needs one or both of them. I'm getting frustrated, so I go into the house and ask which car I should take. Somebody suggests that I take the bus.

Finally Dave says "Here, take the Pontiac 527" and throws me some keys. So I go outside and find the Pontiac, but it has some blankets and toys apparently belonging to Silas and Solomon. I'm afraid of taking somebody's most precious sleep aid, so I gather up all the stuff and take it in the house.

While I'm there, I see Steve, who is leaving tonight to go back to India. He is absorbed in some activity, but I interrupt him to say "since I had to come back inside anyway, thought I'd give you a proper goodbye", and give him a hug. "I'm still planning to come to India in December, so I'll see you then. Miss you, man."