Tile and grout, like a trout / by Christina Rosalie

So it's been RAINING for days and days here. I'm growing gills. The fields are slick lakes, flooded with rain. The road a narrow ribbon snaking between shimmering expanses of blue. Every available hour is spent at the house. No time to sit back, put my feet up, write. Bean turned 15 months, and I've been composing a post about this in my head, packed with the immense unbounded gratitude I feel at having him in my life, but it hasn't made it to the page. Nothing has, though my computer (after repairs were done in safe mode) seems to be behaving, which is a huge sigh of relief.

The downstairs bathroom has tile! Today, grout. And pictures. I'm bringing the camera today.