Yep. I've been hanging out here, trying to work on my new job as Imperial Weatherman for Earth and Mars.
Actually it's the whole Solar System, but we're only going to migrate one step at a time, so who cares about the weather where no one lives?
I've also earned the designation of King Prout's Poet Laureate. I think that's supposed to be a good thing.
Well, until you get the longevity treatments rather more advanced I think I'd prefer another, faster, mode of transport than Shank's Mare.
It's a mighty long walk even to Luna... (Be sure to pack a lunch, or maybe a few million...)