Finishing It

Slow but steady usually prevails.  My Space approaches its finishing touches.  I hauled the vacuum cleaner upstairs, then ran it over the green shag rug that covered the room's hardwood floor since we move in more than forty years ago.  I do not know the last time it had been vacuumed, or was even able to be vacuumed.  I have an area rug, a round one that once occupied my office, a treat to myself for passing Endocrinology Boards.  It had been vacuumed a few months back, the first time since retiring, then again.  I have a placed what I want around the entire perimeter, leaving the entire central floor clear.  With some minor arrangement, I could probably make this into a Man Cave.  Maybe beer dispenser.  Maybe pool table.  Maybe round bistro table with two chairs, but I really want to discourage eating here.  My many diplomas stay packaged.  I want a place to be me, not to display me.  I've made my briefcases all functional.  A few final decorative, really functional decisions remain.  Should I replace the lounge chair?  Maybe move it a little forward.  Replace desk chair?  I have a special place for my swivel of another era, purchased at a DuPont Company Surplus Assets Sale for a few dollars.  It leans back too much.  It's tilt adjustments seem stuck.  I could replace it, but I really like sitting in it at my desk.  Might I be more productive at that desk with a fully functional chair?  The rear windows have curtains also left by our home's previous owner.  I don't dislike them.  They are lined and fit the window well, maybe even custom made.  Those windows need blinds.  When I go on Zoom, the light from the windows distorts the Zoom video of me.  That's the last definite purchase/istallation of My Space.  Then I can declare it done.