The push is on, yet I find my brain still won't focus. Things are finally coming together, and life, for the moment, is cooperating. Yet... That words dominates my day. I know where I need to be, what I should do, and exactly how it all will flow together. So why can't I do it? It's like my need to finish this has fallen so far down that I don't feel capable of coming back. Yet I do... It is a very odd feeling. It would take maybe two weeks to get everything done. That's it.