Plans

This may just be my last ten days in the English countryside talking, but I think the time is at hand where I'm going to get another one of those jobs where I can squirrel money away as fast and hard as I can, just like my mom taught me, so I can buy a house in the country. The Ohio country, where things are cheap and tomatoes taste like tomatoes, where maple trees produce a proper autumn and where I may have to get a car, but things will be silent and dark in the night, which I think is what I want most of all. I wonder, does that make me a mushroom?