Impatience has finally won out; I'm done waiting for the contractors to get the last of their crap out of my garage so I can move into it as my dedicated workout space. Yesterday, it drew first blood because HEY WOW SHIT THE COOLING VANES ON MY AIR CONDITIONER ARE SHARP, so I have a trio of fingertips with festive parallel incisions.
Today, my lifting and work mentee, B-Dub, will be coming over after I get a much-needed massage to un-fuck my hips and left arm, and we're going to be relocating the power rack I bought from the general contractor, as well as hauling a ton of equipment from my office out to the garage and arraying it for use. I also hit Home Despot to get shelf brackets, shelves, extension cords, power strips, and the like, so that the huge stereo and dedicated garage laptop will have convenient power and storage.
My new bathroom is coming along through main force of will, too - I've installed the TP holder, towel bar, and vanity mirror, but will need to buy a ceramic tile drill bit in order to hang my shower rod (the tub is usable for baths, and is, while not quite as spacious as I had been hoping for in terms of allowing more fully reclined lounging, deeper and better at retaining heat than the old fiberglass one.
Sold my unused mountain bike to a different coworker yesterday, which frees up some additional space in my storage shed, where the unused portion of the tile, flooring, paint, and similar miscellany can live.
 Seems like a good name for a home gym, especially since this is what autocorrect turns my name into. I am contemplating having a vinyl banner made up to hang in there.
 Napkin math ballparks things at ~1200 pounds of weights, bars, & kettlebells, and ~800 pounds of benches, racks, cement blocks, & stereo equipment (so, "stuff that gets lifted" vs "stuff that mostly doesn't").