"You spent a few minutes every day secretly regretting your laziness that didn't exist."
—Jonathan Saffron Foer, Here We Aren't, So Quickly.

But, heartache; she knows that her laziness does exist. She sees it all the time, in the shadow of humdrum tasks. She can consider some chore, evade it momentarily, encounter few immediate consequences, and still know regret. Like right before she takes inventory of all the chicken broth in the house. That's like the perfect example. Because having suddenly too much chicken broth is a benign problem and having none at all, well you can sort of just use water or whatever. But tedious as it is, she will rouse herself, and know the biggest regret of all:
    [energy + time spent anticipating a dull task]
    >
    [energy + time spent fulfilling dull task]
This little man below! He's uncomfortably sitting on a samara with one sock on, unwilling to either remove it or put on the other one. He's thinking about staying uncomfortable forever! He's also wearing man-pris.

I read this article by Robert Benchley when I was in highschool, a pseudo-heartening homily on how being lazy can lead to being productive. But just the thought of reading the whole thing now gives me jitters so I'mma go count chicken broth cans!