We live, Timber. We must live, and not regret.
Speaking of living, my family went out into the foothills today to look at another, more secluded property to possibly purchase for future living accommodations (though we would have to have the house built). We hiked around the property and looked at many possible locations to build on; it was all quite taxing at the time of day we decided to go. The best part came when we decided to leave, and I happened to find a tick crawling into my sock...
Wait wait! It gets better! After finding four large ticks on various parts of my body, I pulled off one of my socks to reveal my brown-dotted foot. At first I thought it was just some dirt, and then I saw them moving. I took a closer look, expecting maybe chiggers... and then I remembered that chiggers are much smaller than that. It was when I saw the white dot on one of them that I knew what they were: ticks, about 40 or so baby ticks on each foot. Everyone else looked and they saw the same thing, so I frantically called for them to pull over and we spent about 10 minutes trying to get them all off.
I still have a few here and there, but most of them are gone.
Oh, and as for the next month I have decided to start our Netflix free trial on the Wii and watch all of Star Trek: The Next Generation on it. By my calculations, it will take about six episodes a day to finish within the one month period. Wish me luck, guys.