It's just that this studio-remodeling thing has taken on, to use an overused term, "a life of its own." This, actually, is kind of an understatement.
For one thing, the amount of sheer stuff I had accumulated in there over the years. Scores of old reel-to-reel tapes, for example -- many of them historical treasures from the 1940s and '50s. Man, did I underestimate the process of cleaning it out.
THAT, I don't dare pitch into the trash. Webcor "Electronic Memory" Recording Tape, you are safe . . . as are the 50-something-year old wonders hidden in your ferrite coating.
Anyway, the room now is empty. The walls have been washed and spackled. So has the ceiling.
And the dirty old drapes are gone. And the floor has been rejuvenated. And the light fixture has been replaced. Much cursing was done in the process.
Fortunately, electrocution was avoided.
MEANTIME, the new iMac waits in its carton. As do all other manner of gadgetry.
The old production PC sits, unhooked, on a cabinet in the middle of the dining room. I write this on my Microsoft Surface tablet.
Now comes the painting. Stay tuned, folks. We're getting there.