Trust the hindbrain. I am reminding myself of this as I fix up the bits and pieces of the last few projects and take a deep breath before hurtling headlong into the next. The hindbrain may be a good deal of trouble along the way, but there's worse trouble when I argue.
Last night timprov and I got Chinese/Vietnamese food, and my fortune cookie said, "Avoid scattering your energies." Aheh. Yah, all right, cookie. At this point it's more a matter of, "Gather your scattered energies," so that's what I'm trying to do. Before the cookie brought it up, I might add. I don't take life instruction from pastries. Well -- not from pastries that mediocre, anyway.
I am distracted by something shiny -- a box! for me! -- and then there will be a host of practicalities to be addressed.
Oh, and on the subject of this weekend's poll: air? Really, air? I guess you learn something new every day, or if you don't my dad gets annoyed, but -- air? All right...I'm not surprised to find that I'm apparently far more radioactive than the lot of you, but the air and the style/voice things were total surprises. Which served the entertaining purpose, of course.