The office is unusually still this morning, so I did what I always do when there’s nothing else pressing: I cleaned up a bit. Detritus unearthed: Mothy Worthen’s wonderfully titled biography of Charles Hill (The Man on Whom Nothing Was Lost), at least a half cup of Christmas-cookie crumbs, one fruit-cake-scented air-freshener, GWAR’s Live from Mt. Fugi CD and a hardcover Bizarro World wherein Wonder Woman, SuperGirl, and Catwoman learn a valuable lesson from a bellydancer (I’m keeping both of these), a third-full bottle of oblong pills unmarked besides the instruction “Take with milk or food,” and Jennifer Maerz’s almost-empty cubicle (sniff).