Large monitor, gone; rising desk, gone; Kinesis keyboard, gone. All that's left is the M3 laptop, the Logitech Ergo trackball, and the Stream Deck – resting, as it should, atop a 1966 red Batman Bat-phone. Picked up one of those $100 Arzopa portable monitors though I've yet to figure out a problem which it solves – though I’m experimenting with using my iPad as a second (third?) monitor, with the M3 as the center focus. Goal here is that this space feels as little like an office as humanly possible, a feeling which I'm hoping to translate over to NuShed once it arrives and I begin the process of transforming it into my maker/writerspace. I once dreamt of owning a shed in Monte Carlo: halfway there – though I've little interest in Monte Carlo at this point, so I guess you could say I've reached the practical dream.

Spikemobile a hit – and will be especially once Spike's feet reach the pedals – with nary a tetanus incident (that I'm aware of). Victory. But that's about it in the victory department these last few days. Feeling The Void and its attendant horsemen – Ennui, FuckItAll, and GoToHell – rather intensely today (though it's been a slow burn over the last several).

Big Nowhere continues in The Main Thing, Ennui prancing about as I say FuckItAll and GoToHell to the blinking cursor of empty. Such is the somewhere and the nowhere.

Convinced I need an outbuilding with a loft office above it and room for all sorts of things. Spiral staircase a must: a house we looked at before building the cabin in the woods all those years ago had one and I've been obsessed with them ever since. Emergency Bat-pole too. Maybe a slide instead, IDK.