Sometimes on my way home from work I fall into a state where I totally remove myself from the high-tech world and let my mind wonder...and it usually wonders into strange places. Lately I've taken a particular notice of people with yard equipment: lawn mowers, blowers, brooms and any other sort of tasty yard utensil.
The metrics for success in that role is so clear. Is the lawn mowed? Check. Are the leaves blown and raked up? Check. Everything look good? Double check. Man, that seems so simple compared to what I've been doing lately. Maybe I should take a week off and fulfill this inner yearning. I'll probably miss making my mortgage payment, but then again my government will probably bail me out in some fashion.
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