Read the opening
From chapter one: The four-day week, honestly
The first time I took a Friday off, I spent it checking my inbox from the sofa. Nothing had gone wrong. Nobody had noticed. I felt guilty anyway, and by lunchtime I'd answered three emails that could easily have waited until Monday.
It took me most of a year to understand that the problem wasn't the day off. It was that I'd never decided what the other four days were for. A shorter week only works when the work inside it has edges: a start, an end, and a clear idea of what done looks like.
So this chapter isn't about productivity. It's about edges. Where your week starts, where it stops, and the small, boring agreements with yourself that let you close the laptop on Thursday night and mean it.
