
This is not a drill.
“This is reality, Greg.” E.T. can’t just beam up to his ship. The 40 pounds won’t just melt off. My books and songs won’t fly off the shelves — “If you build it, they will come” only works in that other movie. A sick dog won’t heal herself. I have to do the work.
Ready, set, go.
Hello? Off your duff. Ready, set, go. Jumping jacks — ready, begin. OK, maybe not jumping jacks. But move. Now.
