Mr. Impatient is still not satisfied. He doesn't have time for my puttering or my incompetencies.
I might argue that things have been happening, but they aren't really very visible. I might explain that a slower pace will allow me to get things just right and help me avoid slapping things together for the sake of just getting on the road. He should understand THAT.
In the end, I suppose what I've been doing is puttering around. As he'll tell you, it really is about time I make a few decisions, order a few last parts, and finish this project up.