Grass growing reminds you of the relentless dam-building of the beavers. You just can't talk them out of it.
Makes the robins happy. They are hunting bugs before I complete the first couple of quick swaths.
I'd rather be reloading or sneaking up on a snake or a southern.
Update: Mowing, pay bills, tighten gas system on Garand, computer work for jobs....well, SEEMED like ten things. Also reloaded a little, washed clothes and dishes and read a book. So there.