Moving at the speed of ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Like Sisyphus, I must constantly rebuild the office-technology operations center-recording studio in my garage until, at last, one day (never, probably) when I shall truly achieve lastingly great cable management.

Until that day, like Prometheus, I must lay chained to whatever -ghastly- incarnation of my creation presently functions well enough to get me though the day, beyond whatever Herculean labors occur to the constantly circling birds of prey -such as colleagues or adoring family or the occasional desire to see the sun- ever eager as these are to pick and peck and tear at the liver of my leisure-time should I regrow a morsel, and past all these tired things and on toward the greater glory of tearing things down to re-lay runs of wire and improve air-flow).

For lo, like Persephone, however lamentable may be my plight at least that mighty is my vigilance, striving ever within my dank confines to regularly achieve results admired by dozens (given stuff is working) while simultaneously unplugging the intended cord an increasingly large amount of the time.

Because, like Icarus, I have a plan and I don't see why it shouldn't work out just fine.