This just in: 1 scoop of melty vanilla bean ice cream + 2 crumbled Trader Joe’s Candy-Cane Joe-Joe’s = Not Bad, I Tell You, Not Bad At All.

Unrelated to the ice cream and cookies: I am about to undertake a craft project that I think will be crazy-easy, which is a sure sign that it’s going to take eight times longer than I expect and will require all kinds of seam-ripping, supergluing, and general creative problem-solving to salvage materials when I mess it up.

Isn’t that always the way? If I expect it to work, it isn’t going to. I understand this. Which means that on some level, I DON’T expect it to work. So when I expect something to work out, I also expect it not to work out.

Hmm. Suddenly I’m the Sicilian kidnapper guy in Princess Bride. I clearly cannot choose the wine in front of you, and I clearly cannot choose the wine in front of me.

And now I sound like I’m stalling. Which I might just be.

But answer me this: if I put another bowl of ice cream and cookies next to my sewing machine, will that be my consolation prize when I get stuck, or will it keep me from starting? That is the philosophical question of the day.