Ten years ago, I happily purchased the desk seen in the Featured Image. All wood—no particle board—the thing anchored my home office until our daughter moved in with us a few months ago. I turned over the room to her, and she continued to use my desk (and damage the veneer with food stains; I never ate anything in my office).
But for a reason that will be thoroughly explained in a forthcoming post, we needed to make more space in the room. Something had to go, and I chose the desk for which there was no other place in our apartment. So, on Oct. 14, 2026, I put my beloved desk out in the alley for some scavenger to take. One of my neighbors helped carry it.