Well, the anti-recall work turned out to be quite short lived for me. The San Francisco hills kicked my ass! I was OK after one full day, but then my next day my turf was quite a bit hillier and I got to the point where my feet and legs hurt so badly that I could only take little baby steps up the hills. I was given the turf that my ride from the day before had flaked on, so she had gotten all of the people who were home in the afternoons, so after a couple of hours of trudging up and down and not talking to anybody, I just couldn't do it anymore. I felt really bad about myself over this, but then I realized that 9 hours of walking up and down these hills is tough for people in much better shape than myself, so the fact that I made it as long as I did is something (though I don't know what exactly). I've gotten to the point where I just hate it here. I hate the lack of jobs. I hate how expensive everything is. I hate all these hills. I hate living near a beach where you can't really swim. I hate not having a circle of supportive friends close by. I hate feeling so isolated out here. I hate it all.