I just had a thought. Throw everything up on the ceiling and see what sticks. Well, now that I write that, perhaps not. What about, tear up your thoughts into tiny bits and read them in your tea, like the witches do when they read tea leaves. Now that sounds stupid also.

Not to make light of your concern, you will figure out a plot. It may come to you in a dream, as in prophets of old. Perhaps you'll see the writing on the wall, like in old King Belshazzar's feast from the Old Testament.

And when it does come to you, we will all yell, "Huzzah! He's a wonder!"

NJ