Someday he will come home.

C called me from Ecuador yesterday. He's in the middle of a Griswold style vacation with his immediate male relatives. Signs that he's been spending too much time with engineers? First, he no longer recognizes "go on" types of communication as anything other than interruptions. He says something, I say "uh-huh" he says "what was that?". Second, all units of time are accurate down to the minute. "In seventeen minutes, we are going to dinner." Third, he's starting to regret not bringing a protractor. "They promised these seats would recline to 160 degrees, and this is 140 at most." Fourth, his most vivid recollection of Machu Picchu? "All the steps are of non-standard size. Is it too much to ask for a little consistency from stonemasons?"

I think I might have to deprogram him when he returns.