Well, in a pleasant confluence of events, mid-tour crew change coincided with a surprise stand-down day after our current cargo ended up having the discharge time set forward 24 hours.
So I'm currently enjoying some quiet... but the lights in my head (bathroom to you) died, and it turns out the bulbs are these weird-ass horseshoe shaped florescents, which we don't have down in stores, so I'm doing my bidness by candlelight for the next week or so.
... which is actually kind of nice. Peaceful. And the candle is scented, so if I have to launch the Brown October, the horribly-located desk right outside the door won't become a place of trial and torment.