I am, any way. I mentioned my resolve to do more creative things in 2012. My first project: a stand-up desk, inspired by my pal Mike Maxwell.
Building blocks
I grew up at my daddy's knee as he made home repairs, did minor construction around the house and even started a business making record album holders for audiophiles like him. He made sure I had my own tools from the git-go and allowed me to help him out. That gave me confidence to build things, like the CPU cart for Steve (think a very sturdy skateboard with industrial casters) or the raccoon-proof dog chow holder I fashioned for the back deck. I think Daddy would be proud of my little project refitting a bookcase into my new desk.
Measure twice. Cut once.
No, it didn't take any power tools, but this is just the trial model. I'm giving it two weeks. If I still like it, I'll move things around to accommodate a bigger monitor and drill some holes to accommodate all the dad-burn cables.
Here's a walk-through:

Here's the top part. Monitor is positioned at eye level. Keyboard shelf is positioned to keep my elbows bent at a comfortable 90-ish degrees.
I'm definitely feeling more engaged in my work -- alert maybe? My back isn't killing me, but I'm feeling it a bit in my feet. I notice that I feel less constrained in general and I'm definitely liking that! In fact, when I want a break from the action, I'm now more likely to walk around than I am to lean back and check email or visit social media sites. Winning!
That's my old desk in the final shot below, where I can easily bivouac when I'd rather sit down. And I still have a nifty view of the front yard just to the left of the new setup, so I can see the birds and deer and get my Gladys Kravitz on.

Here's the bottom half. Neoprene mats cushion my (shoeless) feet. Lower shelf positioned to allow Capn. Morgan-style pose for lower-back relief (ditto, yoga bricks).
(And, yes, those are some retro office items that I definitely still use. The princess phone is a relic from college, and it's a God-send when the power and cell service are out. Though the phone's not a rotary, the Rolodex® is! Haven't updated that bad boy in years, but definitely still refer to it
from time to time. Finally, there's my stash of Crane stationery and a pile of vintage postcards from the stashes of my mom and Steve's dad.)
I'm psyched to see how this experiment works. I'll keep you posted!