The story has that feeling in my head that tells me it's filling up its gastank and revving its engine, so I expect it'll take off fairly soon. It's got some kind of thematic development going on, I think. And in the meantime, I can do this stuff I need to do.
Isn't that nice of the universe?
I wait here with a big potroast dreaming of how dinner should be
But he'll grab a sandwich late again, so I've a dried-out roast for company.