I have this thing I do in my head. I don’t know if there’s an official term for it, but I call it “wargaming”. I’m pretty sure it’s a sign of mental illness. I’ll be certain to ask my shrink at some point. It stems from my over-arching philosophy of “Plan for the worst, hope for the best.” I know how it sounds, but honestly it’s a sort of Mise en Place lifestyle that works well.
