My plot has evolved into a complicated thing that will have to be expertly knitted together in a fancy lace stitch with a cable that weaves in and out of the present and the past. It's made me cry over the fates of the characters I love already. They are shifting their positions and their value in the story.
I'm cleaning my work area of cookie crumbs and debris. I hung my favorite pictures on the wall in front of the computer, gathered my faithful writing companions, and now going off to get the rest of my world orderly, and probably get some Cheese-Its.