In Madison. Last night went out to dinner with my dad and my stepmom and his golfing buddies to a steakhouse in a tiny little enclave of buildings on the northern outskirts of Milton, a very small town which is itself a bit north of Janesville, a small town halfway to Illinois from Madison. A very Midwestern experience. This sort of thing gives me practice enjoying myself despite being one of the few sober people in a crowd of voluble drunk people, which I genuinely appreciate. Also practice being social amongst people who I cannot talk with much about anything I am expert in; which practice is equally healthy for me. Since it was Friday, I had some fried fish, and it was very tasty.