Honestly, I'm pretty happy living when I do. I wouldn't mind a time machine so I could visit other eras, but I wouldn't want to live there. Right now, the garbage truck is picking up our week's garbage in front of our house. That means no refuse and human waste in the streets as it did for so many centuries - or millenia - I don't know how long. This morning I heard an ambulance racing through the main street of the village where I live - and that reminds me that nowadays we're lucky. We don't tend to die in childbirth, or need to have twelve children because only two will survive past infancy, and we don't have the same amount of diseases and have a much longer lifespan that we have ever had in any past era. [Of course, I am speaking of us fortunate Canadians, and not of anywhere else.] I'm sitting with my laptop, in bed, with blankets, my dog, in a nice house. My husband drove to work this morning. My children - two of them are at school, which we pay for with taxes, but not exorbitantly, and our eldest is at work and will be at university in the fall. Our food is refrigerated, or frozen, I'll do the laundry using electrical appliances, and our dishes in a dishwasher. The 21st century in southern Ontario, Canada, seems like the best of all places to be if you are me.