My brain is no longer on auto explode if I don't lift a shovel, trowel, stone, pebble, or finger continuously during each hour of daylight that I'm not at work.
It's not perfect. It's not done. But it's finished for this year and I can take pleasure in listening to my mini babbling brook, watching for the flash of a gold fin, or laughing at a big golden puppy sitting in the pond.
I can rest easy.
On the slate for next Spring: pebbles and river rock inside the pond...plants around the perimeter...cattails and lotus plants...an underwater pond light...a sitting area...luring frogs to our yard...a life that does not revolve around pond engineering and construction.