It was a little calmer today, but still I have every corner of a project in my mind all at the same time. Which does not make for forward motion. I am, that is to say, in the part of the process that feels like being one of those awesome toy cars with a friction motor, and having that motor getting revved up and up and up. Pretty soon the big hand that's doing the revving is going to let me go--and then I'll be off, like a shot.
A tiny person I know (but whom you do not) took her first steps yesterday--at a Passover seder, of all places. That's a girl who knows her moment.