As I write this...

I am sitting at the desk where history was made. A desk that, by rights, should be in a museum - only it isn't. This desk:

It belongs to this room:

The only room in the world that contains this bust:

Here's a close-up of it, with my hand on the glass - which is as close as I can get to the writing:

However, I can touch the desk. The very desk where, on Jan. 11, 2007, JK Rowling finished writing Harry Potter. (Honestly, they put Jane Austen's pen in a museum - shouldn't this desk be in one, too?) Not that I'm complaining. I am thrilled, giddy, and silly beyond words. I am touching HISTORY!