On what was another record-setting day in this state of Greek-alphabet bucolia, I installed another blackout curtain in the Sanctum and, with that now slightly more blocked space, I feel like I've actually got a space of my own. Nice to not see or be seen by the house at large – read: Kirby; a bit more of that essential separation, the value of which remains unparallelled. Other part of afternoon was spent assembling bags one and two of the Lego Typewriter with arthritis gloves on: middle age = attained; the day awaits.