Rest days are tough. I never know how to… I mean, it’s like…

Rest days are like standing next to someone giving a presentation. There’s no clear direction on what to do, so I just fumble/shuffle around, wondering what to do with my hands.

This time, I made a candle out of bacon grease. I think it went okay for a first attempt.

Rest days for me aren’t REALLY “days of rest” anyway. I still have to work. I did start limiting my overtime, though.

I guess my point is: I do what I want. If I feel like jogging for a couple of miles on “rest day,” that’s probably how I rest.