Let's see -- today is Friday, what did I do to the Iron Donkey? Nothing. Wednesday, I ordered the rest of the parts, which will arrive next week. Tuesday evening, I overruled my typical aversion to following instructions and spent 30 minutes in the Clymer manual reading the process for clutch replacement, leading to the (in hindsight obvious) conclusion that when one tears a GS in half, more than a clutch and slave cylinder will be required to make it whole again. Monday, I ordered a rear tire because the current one is not long for this world. Last week I ordered the clutch and slave cylinder.
Tomorrow I will not be tearing the bike apart as planned, since I won't have all the parts I need. I also won't be riding, because when I went riding a couple weekends back I realized the clutch slave cylinder is done being ignored and is preparing to fail completely.
15 or 20 years ago I would have spent this weekend berating myself for the failure in discipline and preparation that led to the postponement of the planned repair. Fortunately for me, a few years back I fired the cranky insufferable asshole that dished out that torment. Now I'm just a chill sufferable asshole.