The first step was cleaning my house. That was obvious. The dirt and the hairballs and the unfolded laundry reset to the beginning of their cycle. The next step was cleaning myself, which reminded me that the next step was to replace the shower-head. Then the strategy becomes more complicated. I could do any number of things here. There are stacks of paper to be filed and one hundred and fifty partially read books. Or I could go on the offensive; leave on my bike, drop in on anyone. Planning is not the hardest part, and tomorrow is a landmine. Not giving up is very dull.