Well, o.k., yesterday's wasn't the final holiday picture. This one continues a theme: strange seasonal decorations in airports. I guess these supernally illuminated quasi silver birch trunks are meant to suggest the Pacific North West - hell, it IS the Pacific North West. And, just as it's meant to do in Seattle, it's raining. I would be happy to be here, were it not for the search committee chair's nightmare - that the Interview Suite one reserved back in the summer turns out to be one very, very large room with a very large bed in it. So, whatever other plans I might have had for tomorrow, they're going to have to be subordinated to talking to the hotel manager, etc etc. Perhaps the chilliness of the arboreal welcome was telling me something.