Sometimes it’s only when you help a dear friend carry a heavy, noisy, shell-rimmed floor lamp five blocks in the rain at 10:30 on a Thursday night that you remember you’re on CENTRAL PARK WEST (which was the name of a short-lived soapy TV drama, remember?) and realize you’re actually AT HOME. This is as big as I ever dared to dream, Internet people, and it’s right here. Right now! Right here.