I'm sitting on the popizon chair at Danielle and Gary's place in West Chester. Danielle, Jennie, Julia and Dave are sitting on the sectional couch. That list is clockwise if you're on the ceiling. Right before my watch beeps, Julia is talking about a food that she likes from Trader Joes. She's not really talking about it. She states it for a simple fact. It's smoky or smoked something. We're all high. We're all talking. I'm happy to be here with a group of people that should all get together more often. And I am hoping that we do.