I live in Vermont now.
My backyard is a ten-acre meadow.
The place next door is a big stone mansion. It's the music building when regular school is in session, and it was also the inspiration for Shirley Jackson's The Haunting of Hill House.
I have eight housemates, and they all seem interesting and cool and impressive in their own respective ways.
We nine have the entire campus nearly to ourselves, until Fall.
Today I held a little chunk of pure magnesium in a flame, and as advertised, it glowed and sparked and totally burned right the hell up under the fume hood. This is my job now; playing with (and thereby learning) science.
There's much, much more, but I need to go put 24 beers into a cooler because there's a barbecue starting in about half an hour.