Yesterday I spent only a few hours working myself into a pain-wracked mess. Quit before I had to spend a week recovering. Received my reward for that this morning when I finished the woodshed floor in a single non-painful hour.
A really conscientious person would get right to work stacking firewood, and if I run into one I’ll tell him so. But that’s a good way to finish the job of wrecking myself, so I’m gonna take a day. I’m thinking Star Wars film festival.