use an hour of this Saturday to create a plan so robust it would get funding for a Manned Mission to Mars. A plan so concrete it would hold up Spaghetti Junction for another 25 years. A plan so pragmatic a seasoned gardener would predict a good harvest. Yep, you could take pencil and paper and heave not a single sigh nor shrug the shoulders nor whisper an anguished 'if'. Just a pencil, a piece of paper and a plan.
And ditch the stuff from last week you detested.
And create a new kind of week you love.
Go on: pencil, paper, plan.