So, when I'm contemplating something and I start to research it and I heave a HUGE sign of relief because I've missed the next upcoming deadline and as I look into it s'more I start feeling anxiety-worms starting to attack my tummy and rattle my nerves at the very prospect even down the road a piece, methinks mebbe it's NOT really something to pursue further, at least right now. Yeah, mebbe I should heed the signs of roads best not traveled. Just because I COULD (conceivably) do something doesn't mean I SHOULD do it.