My tentative, then “go for it” project yesterday morning was to choose my next book. I say “was” because it is now done. But like water headed for the falls, did I really have a choice? The tide and the ride are inevitable. I can choose to swim back and forth a “safe” distance away. I can choose to climb out onto the bank and watch the water go by. Or I can take the plunge and make a splash in whatever way is there for me. Plunk. Wheeeeeee hooo. Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle. Pfft. Ahhh. Yes!