I'm in a better mood now, obviously.   I think I was feeling down mostly because my uterus was full of blood (tm JP).  I'm in much better spirits now. 
 
My main concern at the moment is how to keep rats from crawling into the attic and dying.   Burbank seems to have more than its fair share of rats.  There are a lot of mature fruit trees in this city, and  rats love fruit, apparently.  I've heard this from several reliable sources. 
 
When D first moved into this house, he hired someone to "rat-proof" the attic because we kept hearing creepy scratching noises coming from the ceiling at night.  Apparently the rat-proofing has only kept rats from getting out of the attic and not from getting in, because every now and then we get a whiff of rat death and it is DISGUSTING.  There is no mistaking that smell.  Dead rat has a particularly distinct odor.  It's especially bad this summer.  It's hot, and they decompose quickly and STINK.   D is in charge of removing all rat carcasses from the attic.  He hates it, but what's he gonna do?  It's his job. 
 
I'm actually OK with rats as long as they stay out of the house.  Thank goodness we've seen no evidence of rats IN the house.  I'd move back to Ghettoridge in 0.5 seconds. 
 
No, not really.  I'd never go back to Ghettoridge.  Ghettoridge is so bad, I'm still hearing stories about it's badness six months after I moved out.   One of BJ's coworkers was a resident of Ghettoridge, and a couple of months ago she was asleep in her bedroom when she heard a commotion at the front door.   It was 3 a.m. 
 
Luckily her boyfriend happened to be staying the night.  He went to the door and opened it, and the person knocking tried to FORCE  HIS WAY IN.  The boyfriend slammed the door on the guy's foot (so hard that the bottom part of the door, which is metal, was dented) and the intruder ran off.   Scary!  She informed the rental office the next day that she no longer felt safe living there and that she would be leaving as soon as possible.  The bastards charged her $1500 for breaking her lease.   Oh, Ghettoridge!  Your legendary shittiness knows no bounds.