I know what I said;

I said we were just about ready to bust. And, as is always the case when the present seems unmoving, the present had passed just as soon as I wrote it down.

Given a south-facing rock wall and a few days of sunshine, the present becomes something heretofore unrecognizable.

My goodness--suddenly serious work is impending! All of the putting-off of plans, the wavery envisioning, the procrastinatory daydreaming: OVER.

these boots feel so good