Right now I’m sitting in my office, tinkering with this web page and waiting to hear that a truck is inbound with 1,137 pounds of tile for our bathroom. Who even needs that much tile? Our bathroom is tiny, because in 1882 people apparently regarded bathrooms and closets as disquieting modern indulgences and assigned them as little square footage as possible. Hereabouts they also disdained driveways and garages, so I envision a giant pallet of tile sitting in our yard attracting the attention of feral redecorators searching for 2×6 subway tile. In the meantime, I am writing this post and neither writing in preparation for going to Clarion nor running in celebration of spring and sunshine.