Denver, when you rain for 24 hours straight, hide the sun, or almost, it makes natives restless with a nagging feeling that something is not quite right. But it makes little paintings on the street.And gives an excuse to really hole up and get going on this, which has been a long time coming. Really, I’ve read more articles about David Foster Wallace than I’ve read his writing. What a modern situation.It weighs about a bazillion times less than the book, but not turning pages has been disorienting. It is also sort of unnerving to take it out in public, like it’s still a really foreign thing and anyone using one is a little off somehow. Can I, should I, take it in the bathtub?