The cuvinet’s up and the bar’s been stained again; a few trim pieces and we’ll be set. Behind the bar is another story; after a series of unfortunate mismeasurements, we’ve discovered that not only did we have to buy a new beer cooler, but our soda setup will belatedly have to come into the kitchen, which means we’ll lose a refrigerator, we’ll have to put a bunch of tubing through the wall rather than go the preferred underground route, and I’ll have a myocardial infarction.