I forgot to mention that on Monday, while pulling down dry-wall, I was bitten by the bar. A jagged piece of metal attacked two of the fingers on my left hand, from which blood issued most copiously. I hopped in a car, went over to New York Methodist, and got a suture in each finger (without anaesthesia, because I don't front). They're healing, but my left hand isn't much use right now. Still, I'm actually pretty cheerful--I had wanted to bleed for the bar in some way. I'll feel like I earned it now when we finally open. Picture below (I won't subject you to the sutures, just the wrappings).