It arrived, the new old desk.
It was so unbelievably heavy that I didn't believe it could be carried up the stairs ... but turns out it could, after it was cut into two pieces. Carried by Gert and by Oliver.
And then it was too high, so we took off the little round feet.
Then it was too low, and I didn't say anything for a little bit. I just kind of avoided it.
Gert found some pieces of wood yesterday, at just the right height, and voila, here it is ... my new old desk in its place here in the sun.