I wanted to find the forefingers. Ah. I have no good reason to forget that the placement of detail is foolish before mass is settled. I just cling to this illusion that nailing a bit will help to disperse the chaos that can freeze you up. But it's the plod that pulls you through: This chunk has to go right here. That means that this other chunk can only go there. Oh, is your pretty diddly lost? Pity.