Killing Time

I finally finished the mulch today -- in the rain.  All told, it took 24 hours over parts of 4 days.  For most of today, I worried that I didn't have quite enough mulch to finish the job.  The last thing I wanted was to run out and have to order another delivery.  So, I tried my hardest to stretch out the last few yards.  Of course, I ended up going a bit too light around the back patio and had plenty left over.  So, I ended up putting down "two coats" around back.

Twenty-fours of mulching meant I had a lot of time alone my thoughts.  In all that time, I covered a slew of topics, several of them more than once.  One of the more frequent topics was work or, more specifically, all the things that I wish I was doing with my team, customers, and prospects to generate better results.  I know I came up with a ton of good ideas but, as I sit here typing this, I can't remember any of them.  A lot of good all that thinking did me, right?  What a waste.

So, I can't remember any of the work-related ideas that would have helped me accomplish great things professionally.  But, that doesn't mean I can't remember anything from all my time mulching.  I can recall all sorts of completely meaningless internal discussions I had, including:

• All the reasons why Syracuse will still win the NCAA basketball championship even though they're without Fab Melo.  I spent lots of time on this one but, ultimately, I wasn't able to convince myself.  We'll see.  Right now, it's 29-29 at halftime with Ohio State.
• How many more miles Kim can put on the Sienna before I finally break down and say "Let's get you a new car."  I ultimately concluded that the answer is another 25,000 miles.
• Whether or not it's good that I don't insist that Jay and Nick help me out with all the mulching.  In case you're wondering, I decided that it's good.  I'm pretty sure it wouldn't end well as I'd probably just hover over them and tell them that they're not doing it right.
• The pros and cons of finally taking down all the scrap pines in the front yard, pulling out all the landscaping beds, and starting over completely from scratch.  Final verdict -- it's tempting but I feel like it would be declaring that I surrender.  So, I can't do it.
• A thorough review of why dogs eat poop.  Having never eaten poop myself, this was a particularly hard one to figure out.  Is it because it tastes good?  Is it because they're hungry?  Or, do they just not want to step in it?  I don't think I'll ever know.  Maybe I'll figure it out next year when another 28 yards of mulch arrives.