Finally got the landlord to replace that maddeningly loose kitchen tile after six months of diplomatic emails and one very pointed photograph of my favorite mug shattered beside it, and honestly the silence where the *click-clack* used to live feels suspicious. My fiddle-leaf fig has also deigned to produce a new leaf this week, which I'm choosing to interpret as a personal endorsement rather than mere photosynthesis. Small rebellions, measured in grout and chlorophyll.