The thoughts arrived in the early morning and, since I didn't have any writing material nearby, I chose to stay awake and think them through.
At least partially through.
And they became an idea. Once that happened, I shifted into full-scoffing mode, because falling in love with an idea is not wise until it has been batted around a bit and then batted some more.
The idea survived the initial scoffing and that was enough to convince me that I might be on to something.
And so here I am, doing other things, but really thinking about the idea, exploring positives and negatives, and wondering how to present this to the client, who is expecting a garden-variety program which will look nice but will - an unspoken reality - have a short shelf-life.
Unlike the idea, which is designed to last, and yet that virtue is another alarm bell.
Assignment for the day: thinking and scoffing.