STOP! You're making me want a puppy.
Yes, of course. You DO want a puppy, and soon. A wiggly, wriggly, shiny-eyed, soft, warm puppy. That follows you around.
IN OTHER NEWS:
Try as she might, she cannot stop obsessing about these. She is TRYING to shove these obsessive thoughts away, but they slither back into the squirrely brain like tar melting on a hot tin roof, finding cracks.
She tries not to think about them, but then her brain starts running numbers, making diagrams, thinking about specifications, and what is possible.
I fear she has fallen ill, with the next project.