What I'm saying is, I had a lot of time to think when I was painting. And then some more when I was getting over my cold. And it struck me how much time I lose every day to things that… matter, and that I’m interested in, but that aren’t really what I want to be focussed on. It's not procrastination, as such, it's just... not working on the right things. If that makes sense. I’m not sure that it does.