That took a while.

For the first time in about eight years -- maybe closer to eleven -- my desk has enough free space on it that one could eat a meal from it. In a highly correlated phenomenon, it is also clean enough that one might reasonably do so.

This is part of the long-awaited cleanup of the machine room, which started with uncovering the floor and will continue with an archaeological expedition into the closet. Later Eliz will clear her desk, and then we will switch positions, bring up a sewing workstation, and put it in the direct sunlight.

I expect this to take until springtime, but I'm happy about each individual step along the way.