I didn't even bring it up. Over orange chicken and twice-baked potatoes, my grandmother offered, out of nowhere, to pay for me to move to New York in January rather than next June. She said she worries about my health and wants me to get benefits. "Where's the sense in wasting all that time," she asked.

I'm going to run it by my various familial oversight committees. The last thing I want is to leave anyone here pissed off.

Things are looking up.