What do I do when I'm just doing something mindless?
I think.
What a bad usage of time...I was out there shoveling snow (god(s), how miserable the weather is in the northern latitudes!), and I was thinking about how all the extra snow was being dumped onto the already loaded grass--and then I thought, of course, how convenient; it's dead, and the dead don't complain, no matter what you do to them.
The living just can't shut their traps.
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