Tiled But Not Grouted

So. I never need to do that again. My knees are red (and yes, I was wearing knee pads), my manicure is hopeless, and everything aches. And when all this was done, after I drank all my orange juice right from the carton in one long go, I still had to haul the old floor in two contractor bags downstairs for garbage night.

Bonus: According to the gym scale, where I showered this morning but didn't work out, because who needs it when you're doing manual labor, I've lost five pounds during this project.

Maybe in a few years I can tackle installing wainscoting.