As I came downstairs this morning, I realized that I have so many projects in progress that I actually can’t do any of them. It’s covered in projects. If I put anything away, I’ll likely never find it again; if I do, it’s entirely likely that I’ll forget what it was and what steps need to be taken to make it into the thing I was trying to do. Spread out on the table, I can easily tell what each thing is and what needs doing to it, but I can’t actually do any of it because there is no room on the table in which to work.
Why don’t you come up to the lab
and see what’s on the slab.
I see you quiver with antici…