…I am focused like a laser beam on nothing at all. This is a recipe for madness. A holding pattern, waiting to hear from several sources on several different topics. My plate needs one less side dish. To continue the metaphor, I feel like I am spinning plates on top of little dowels, and the plates have delicious things to eat on them, but I can’t eat any of them because I have to keep the plates spinning. I just need three specific phone calls, two package deliveries and Saturday. Such is summer. 6 months from now I’ll bemoaning the fact that all I have to do is watch Criterion Collection films.