It's good to be on the "downward slide"; opening a can of spaghetti so I can draw and arch on the plate with pieces of spaghetti is a bit disturbing. 
Dreaming about it in crystal clear 3D, five steps ahead of where I am, making careful notes that it needs fastening "here", or "there", for strength and stability gets a bit draining. It's nice to be enthusiastic, and motivated about the project, but when it's central to every waking,and sleeping, moment, it borders dangerously on obsession. But that bit, predictably, passed.
Am I thankful for the meds? Reducing an episode in both duration, and intensity to a few days, when life doesn't so much run off the rails, but tries hard to lay down a new, parallel track.
I feel a bit tired, now, understandably.
The work goes on, I feel good about the project, I want to see it though, but I won't be fussing over it at 2 in the morning, standing in the back yard with a tape measure and a torch...
My life. My sometimes wonderfully imaginative and creative, but none the less bizarre life. I wouldn't trade it for anything. 
I originally thought you used the can for drawing the curves,,,,,,,,,,,but you use the spaghetti itself?
Lucky it wasn't the week for baked beans.
What no licorice straps about?
No fuse wire on hand?
Nup, you wanted "fluid" curves......
The project will be worth it.
But the tiredness can cause errors of mis-measuring, accidents.
DEB
You're right about the tiredness, misjudgements and accidents.
The rules goes - measure twice, go and have a sleep, cut once, realise you shouldn't have measured when you were overtired.
There's only one section left to fit to the arch.
I should go and do it now.
I should, but I'm not going to. It's 20 past 11, I should be making a cup of tea and flopping in front of the TV.
Oh, no, I'm having sensible thoughts! Am I getting old?!
