Time is not on my side in anticlimatic

I find myself gripped by a particular paranoia:
No matter what I do, I feel as though I am squandering my time.

This weekend I had two paths to choose from:
-Rent a drum sander and move the ball forward on my bathroom renovation
OR
-Go up to the lake house and take the boat out fishing and relax on a beach in the glorious weekend weather.

Do I accept the guilt for not getting anything accomplished on my house when I had the opportunity, or do I accept the guilt for not making use of this perfect weekend weather while it’s here to enjoy a well earned respite from the constant scrape and grind?