Looks great!
And I'm envious of your work space

I have to do any wood cutting/routing out in the yard
Aw snap. Story time.
So, that's my shop at work. It's not really a shop, it's an old art classroom in an annexed part of the building. The roof failed and did water damage to it and the room below. And it happened on a wed and school started the following Mon. So I had to go down the hall and turn a normal classroom into an art room with plumbing and storage cabinets (kitchen cabinets, counter, sink) in a few days. When it was all done, I asked if I could have the damaged room for a shop,....since they couldn't have kids back in there unless they paid a contractor to Reno and do mold remediation and pass inspection. Plus, it had it's own exit door to a rear stairwell that no one uses, directly to the rear of the building, where we all park, deliveries are made, etc. Perfect. I can bring supplies and materials in/out and never disturb anyone. Just like friggin Disney. They said no, they had plans for it. 2 yrs later, it was filled with junk. Then they decided I could have it, but it was their idea now and by their good grace. Oh, thank you masters. For about a decade before this room was damaged, I worked out of my own truck, with my own tools and any time I needed to cut wood or paint something, I was out in the back parking lot like a redneck. Yeah, the biggest school of it's kind in the state and that's how my dept operated/was treated. Anyway, after they gave me the room, I cleared out all the junk, built my own benches and hauled the band saw up to the 2nd floor from the basement on a 2 wheel dolly, I made them give me $1000 to stock it with some basic tools. Other than that, one of the benches is made from a huge oak veneer door on top of old TV carts. My desk and chair is scratch-n-dent stuff I dug out of storage. Etc, etc.
Yes, I'm fortunate that I have a nice big, well lit, climate controlled space to work in when I want. But, I had to kick, scream, claw and cry to get it and hobble it all together on my own. I guess the point of all that was that maybe it makes you feel a little better to know that it's not just good fortune. Also, I like to bitch.
At home, not much better. I had to clean out other people's junk to make a 12x12 space in the basement for a workspace. After the stepson moved out and left all his weights he bought when the gyms were closed, I had to clean out the garage to carry all his $#!t out to the garage and then I was able to bring my chop saw and wood stash down to the basement. So, I'm in pretty good shape now, but I had to bust my hump. I'm hoping I can turn out at least one nice bass before I keel over.
The end.