In the last post, I mentioned that I have chickens living in my bathroom. This is a true and delightful fact.
Look at them. Do you not feel your heart melting like so many icicles on a mid-March gutter? They are so cute and vacant and I want to push them around town in a stroller.
The chick to whom the chickens belong is Katie, a colleague of mine at the Quaker conference center. I once had a tremendous crush on Katie. Now she and I share the third floor of a house on-site. I communicate with her almost entirely via post-it notes stuck to the bathroom mirror.
As I was saying before, I had a crush on Katie. As you can see, our relationship now is strictly professional.