Stuff's here. The tower is huge. It isn't going to fit in Sluggo's cubby. The room must be reconfigured. The monitor will be nice, when I've figured out where to put it. It will also be necessary to go to buy some cable and (since I don't want to be switching things back and forth all the time) a splitter for the telephone line. Then all the bits will have to be conjoined in some state of unholy e-matrimony, and it will all get turned on and booted. I don't like this some-assembly-required part. It's almost as annoying as shopping. Anyway, it's almost over. Soon, Sluggo will be able to get some rest.
I'd much rather be out enjoying the partly cloudy day than shifting a bunch of stuff around. Why did I ever think it would be a good idea to own stuff?