When I wrote yesterday “you know what it was like in 1831” I may have confused people. I mean confused in ways I didn’t mean. I don’t mean you know from personal experience what it was like in 1831. I mean you know because you’ve asked around. Yes, I assume you occasionally ask people of your acquaintance, “Hey, what was it like in 1831?” and keep on the topic until they give you a satisfactory answer. It’s a natural curiosity and basic involvement with the world around us. By 1831 I mean the year, like you’d expect.
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I imagine being in 1831 was pretty much like spending the night in 1830 or 1832, except 1831 has one of those bathroom installed teapots to allow the making of coffee and instant soups, if one is inclined to peruse such activities while sitting on the pooper.
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Oh gads. This is why I prefer the rooms where they have the sink in a little vestibule just outside the working parts of the bathroom.
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