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The thing about yard work is that if you don’t do it every day, you end up doing the same thing every time. The last time I had the mower out of the garage, I used it to cut the center strip of the driveway. Then yesterday I finally got around to using the mower again, and I had to cut the same stretch of grass. Then today, I used the weed trimmer on the entrance from the driveway to the garden, and along the path to the front door. That’s exactly what I whacked the last time, too.
Somehow I’m going to have to convince myself to schedule yard time every day. Now that the days are as long as they’re going to get, more or less, and the weather is pretty much the same all the time, maybe I can get a little done every day. I could definitely use the exercise. That’s pretty obvious from the fact that I don’t last longer than fifteen or twenty minutes at a time. (And then afterward I can’t hold a water glass without my whole arm shaking.)
Today I worked outside between 5:00 and 5:30 pm. Almost as soon as I came back into the house, the Boss phoned. “I don’t want to impose on you,” he said, “but do you feel like tweaking these cost reports a bit?” I had made the mistake of faxing him cost reports early enough in the day that he had time to mull them over and come up with some changes he wanted made.
I know I could have got out of it if I’d wanted to, but I told him I’d work on them for a while. It’s just simpler that way. It would have been even simpler if I’d waited until later in the day to send him anything that might come back to bite me, but I wanted to get the reports off my desk. You can see how well that worked out. | 
