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I was thinking about how the latest lockdown isn't going to change much for me, given that I've effectively been hermiting since March. Seeing people is nice, but I haven't done much of it since becoming part of an extended household.

I'm actually concerned at how natural this high level of introversion/hermitage feels after what, nine? ten? months. But thinking back, at this time last year I was seeing other people for four nights a week (three of which involved drumming, which has additional mental-health benefits) without even considering work — and, looking at how things have been in the intervening time, I was significantly better-adjusted because of it. But now, solitude is normal.

In tangentially-related news, I'm glad I now have six Assassins Creed games unfinished (along with a bunch of other stuff from Steam/Epic/etc. winter sales). I play each one for the scenic vistas as much as the actual gameplay, making each one basically a holiday that I don't have to leave the flat for, with bonus stabbing. Has to be said that the London of Syndicate is somewhat less impressive a destination than Unity's Paris, or Black Flag's Caribbean, or Odyssey's Peloponnesian Greece. But they're all a welcome change of context.