3:30 in the office and you can feel people around you getting restless.  But you stay calm.  You stay focused.  You know what you want.  You write and write, and brainstorm and storm more.  The image in your head of owning your own business won’t relent, even a drop.  So you keep making notes, you write a scene with you in your shop and the first acts upon walking through the door, opening that door with your keys.  You love that simple act.  The act is not simple at all.  And it’s not an act, it’s you present, and worked-hard-for ideality.