Man, we can't leave El Cerrito for a minute, can we? We're visiting my parents in Pennsylvania, and of course a few hours after we leave an earthquake hits, centered in our town. It's not even an earthquake that affects the whole bay... this one may have been under our apartment. Who knows.

We're out in a rural town west of Philadelphia and my parents have warned Amanda and I that if we walk under the pine trees, we might pick up ticks. So there's that. I'm looking forward to poking my head into the attic and seeing if I can find some childhood comics.