Not only did I cook near-perfect perch last night but I used the phrase "less Bob-Evansy" WRT a character this morning so I've got BOTH of those plaudits going for me (which is nice), remarkable truths which seem to be all I've got for you/from me this morning – though wait, no: I did order more blackout curtains because embracing the dark or the dork or whatever by constructing walls that arent walls but are within the sanctity of my Sanctum is the order of Christmas break; the day awaits.