You gotta break some eggs to make an omelette.

I'm making a big fuckin' omelette. I've not only devastated the parlor (my room in the house of Skylark), I've also temporarily pulverized the landing and the bathroom.

Now I'm out on a limb. Key to my plans in the parlor is the removal of bookshelves. Aaron's bedroom now has one large and two small bookshelves on the southwest wall.

Also in Aaron's bedroom, one large and two small bookshelves have been moved to the northwest wall. I've done this without permission, putting faith in the tolerance of Aaron.

Once before I took decorating liberties in Aaron's bedroom. I moved a large TV from the parlor into his space and got away with it. Aaron is a remarkably tolerant guy.

It's not a dust bunny, it's a dust squirrel. Look... the head upper left, the tightly curled tail on the top right, a pudgy body and little feet below... it's a fuckin' dust squirrel

I do love plugging stuff in. Eight lights, all on dimmers, and a bunch of computer and audio gear pack the little parlor.

An old card table served as a desk in the early versions of the parlor. Now, the card table is being decommissioned.

Dealing with gadget spaghetti is the least pleasant part of projects like this.