I feel bad. Everyone is at home learning medieval Chinese (zhonggu), cooking spherical foams (HgCl2), receiving military aviation training over Skype, and creating models of nuclear engines with matches. And then there’s me here, eating frosted donuts like there’s no tomorrow, something that, come to think of it, might very well be the case. But all this is going to change. Today the wood that I ordered arrives. I am determined to deliver the human race to new heights in the noble pursuit of DIY. I’ll be a DIY celebrity. I’m going to make a table. Hell yeah.