I lawnmowed after work today. I didn't intend to. It just kind of happened.
I had a very long day at work. I went in at my usual 5 AM, and had to stay late, until 4 PM. An 11 hour work day. I haven't done that in a while. I had planned on going to the store, but I decided not to. Instead, I went to the gas station and filled up my car and my gas can. So I could mow Saturday afternoon.
When I got home, I took the gas can and put it into the shed. I said to myself, "Self, I'm going to go ahead and put this lawnmower together, so it'll be ready to go when I want to mow." I got my owner's manual and finished putting the lawnmower together -- which mostly involved putting the handle into position (from the shipping position) and putting the grass catcher on. That was the hardest part. At one point, I muttered, "I'm getting my butt kicked by this piece of plastic." But I persevered, and got the stupid thing put together and attached.
Then I said, "Self, I'm going to go ahead and put gas and the oil into this lawnmower, so it'll be ready to go when I want to mow." I added the oil, and filled up the gas tank, then I said, "Self, I'm going to take this here lawnmower outside and crank it up, just to see if I can start it."
It took a couple of tries to get the knack of it, but I got it started. I pushed it a little and got so excited, I shouted, "Look! It's lawnmowing!!" I pushed it a little farther. Then I pushed it a little farther...
I mowed my side yard, which had gotten pretty bad, and my front yard. I haven't done the back yard, because I've got a lot of sticks to pick up.
All this before I even changed out of my work clothes.
Now, I need to buy a weedeater.