My evening's plans (which amounted to work and sleep) were aborted when at about 5:30 I got an email from my aunt, saying my cousin was in town and that he had had the wrong number (thus, the lack of warning) and to call him on his cell phone. Which I then did, and he and his friend, who had been roadtripping from Colorado, to Vegas, to Santa Barbara to here—and, tomorrow, to Yosemite—came by to crash and hang out. A friend and I took them to dinner and to see quite a bit of the city for a quick Wednesday night with people who can't go to a bar (he's 18). It was fun. I like when family drops in. It's a rare thing for me, since they're almost all half-way across the country and don't travel much.