I planned the day. Did what I bargained with myself to do. Got done early so I took a catnap instead of driving myself mercilessly forward. Now I’m eating lunch at the place I decided ahead of time to eat.
This follows the Rule 4 recommendations from 12 Rules for Life. It follows the Goggins admonition to not take a rest day when your whiny poopypants voice tells you to, but take your rest day when scheduled.
Feels good.
EDIT: fucked around and didn’t get done until 11:30 pm. I have a long way to go.