Enjoy working on the lawn, asdf.
But rather than thinking of it as working on the lawn, think of it as communing with nature.
Nothing going on here today; still raining, reasonably cool (mid-50s), which is usually the way I like the outdoors to be, so I can be outdoors.
But one apparently has to be careful about liking rain in the Sandhills of Nebraska too much; I read some sort of scientific paper last night that pointed out, in all of the places of the world, it is in the Sandhills of Nebraska where after rain, brown turns to green, and bare spots to foliage, more quickly than anywhere else known to mankind.
I had thought this sudden-change-right-in-front-of-one's-eyes was normal, but apparently it doesn't happen as quickly in other places.
If the ancient crippled cat Gustav shows up today, I'm taking him to the veterinary for inspection. There's nothing wrong with him, he's as healthy as can be, but for a while I've been suspecting he's blind. Just casual observation and intuition; after all, if I can masquerade as a hearing person, I'm sure Gustav can play the role of a seeing cat.