Okay, so it’s not quite what I was hoping for in the progress department. Still, considering the general paucity of oxygen around here lately, I’m quite proud of what I managed to accomplish between gasps. There’s definite indications that the microwave is, indeed, sitting on a piece of actual furniture. This is a relief, since having it taken out in an avalanche would be a bad thing. It is, after all, 22 years old and still working (at least until I publish this, curse it, and have it fuse on the next thing I put in it).
I also think I managed to kill the flash on my camera, so the next project is a root through the accessible piles in the studio to find my external flash. *sigh* Then I get to find the batteries I know I have somewhere here because you just know that the batteries in the flash will have died. . . .