Whatever it is, I can do it.

The unnamed version of a task is always the heaviest one. Whatever it is sits there as a single undifferentiated mass, and the mind treats mass as difficulty.

Written down it usually breaks into four things, two of which take minutes. Someone has to be called. A number has to be found. A thing has to be said to a person who will probably say fine. Capability was never really in question. Visibility was.