It’s my party and I’ll wait if I want to.
Friendly concern has been expressed over my delay in getting back on Milton [Universe]. The longer I wait, the more a small problem in the real world grows into a large problem inside my head. I appreciate the sentiment. I even appreciate the threatened ass-whupping if I don’t get my act together soonest. A legitimate concern. In this case, not applicable:
a) Mt. Molehill is as big as it’s going to get. It hit maximum elevation as soon as Milton’s feet left the ground.
b) I fuss. I stew. I overthink. I am a festival of counter-productive behaviors. OTOH, the last time I bowed to what I felt as outside pressure to ride before I was ready, it went boom. So I’m doing it my way, overthinking and all.
So what am I going to do about it? Tomorrow.