At some point in the afternoon I migrated from my desk to the couch. I mostly had writing left to do, and didn't need my larger display to do it. One thing I miss about going to an office—a good one, at least—is moving around to different spaces thorughout the day. There aren't so many spaces in my house. None of them is a library. I don't have bleachers. Still, it was nice to reset and find a better place for a specific activity.

Dinner in the evening with new-ish friends. Good time. I find myself being a bit more British around new-ish friends, as if I need them to really know about it. Not sure why. I'm not really sure what my accent is any more. I think I used three different ones thorughout the course of the evening. West Midlands, East London and the King's English (briefly). Life is mostly a strange performance. I'm not mad about it. Kind of fun.