I'm also glad that I don't live in Shenzhen, China. Jack's uncle wanted him to go work in a hydraulics factory there and live in some mercury-encrusted lean-to in a town that's more of a shithole than Shenzhen even. He'd be production manager probably and get to deal with things like "The #8 homphulizer blew up and killed 32 workers. Hire some more" etc. Instead, Jack is going to sell cars in Portland, Oregon.
Finally I'm glad that I don't live in more nearby Norco, California where realitylost informs me one cannot go out and eat seafood. There just isn't any. So she and I went out to the Crab Cooker tonight and hoovered up various fruits de mer.
i'm excited about going to San Francisco for a few days in May. Boooiiing.
Finally, a moment of unseemly levity: