Well, I know there's more to it than brick walls because I've seen your back garden. But yes, it's different here. I was so claustrophobic the last couple of years we lived in Chicago that it's a miracle Gary put up with me. I was literally scratching at the walls and waking up screaming. For me, that was very out of character. Certainly there have been stresses associated with being out here, and I'm not always happy with the neighbors even at the present distance, but it's much more tolerable and on occasion, like yesterday when I was taking those photos, really pleasant and soothing.