Anything is possible tomorrow that you’re doing something about today.

From Alfred’s journal

The man who repaints the boat shed came back today, first warm Saturday since November, and got about nine feet of the south wall done before the light went. Nine feet. I counted the strokes for a while out of idleness and then stopped because there were too many. For years I thought the useful thing was to picture the shed finished, the whole green wall of it, and hold that picture until the hands caught up; I said as much to Switch once and he looked at me the way he looks at a walnut he has already opened. Anything is possible tomorrow that you're doing something about today, and the opposite of that is not failure, it is a shed you have only ever thought about. He left the brush standing in the can of water, which is what people do when they mean to come back.