Mowing the lawn takes forty minutes. Thinking about mowing the lawn takes four days. The forty minutes is the job. The four days is something you made up, and the four days is why you're tired at nine in the morning.

You are not tired, exactly. You are comfortable. And comfortable is quietly, politely, talking you out of your own life.

Every single time we override the math and go anyway, we come home and say the same sentence.