Outside, the rain pelted down on a cold, wet Seattle night. I’d been back from Aztlan for a week, but I had yet to acclimatize and was still shivering. I had a pile of telecom messages from angry clients, demanding to know what was happening with their cases, but I left then unanswered. I still wasn’t back into work mode. But I’d better be, and soon. The trip to Aztlan had left me virtually penniless.