C’mon, guys. She doesn’t need more ideas than she already has running around that head of hers, unless they’re going to help her write the next chapter, WHICH I’M DYING TO READ, of her book. Deb, Stay with me. Focus. Metronome. Envision the little ticking thing. You see the little piece going back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. You’re getting sleepy. You hear only the sound of my … wait, no … you see only this post. You have wonderful ideas for Metronome. You will write them, and let me read them. When you’re done reading this post, you will go write the next chapter.