I've now officially moved offices. Three doors down, slightly smaller office that's less likely to be occupied by a third person (owing to the department's absurd space issues, there is the ever present threat that any given office that only holds two people will get three when new arrivals come), thus crowding the office. Amazingly I now have a bookcase – this is one of the perks of being a PhD student, I suppose. I also have a whiteboard, which at the moment is covered with old writing. And I get a nerf basketball hoop, which is just decoration, of course. And a phone (!). There's also a concrete piece of Stirling Hall inside the office, a cut-out of London hanging on the back wall, a slinky, a stuffed bird sitting on top of my monitor, and a Galilean barometer that used to be Tara's. All things that define the office. My old office had…umm, desks. And computers. And…well, that's it. The office has also been cleaned of its pre-existing mess of cables and unusually dirty floor.