Can't complain. I tackled the weed-infested pasture that used to be my lawn yesterday. Grass had gone dormant, so I hadn't mowed in the better part of a month. Then we got a little rain...not enough to jump-start the grass, but enough to fire up the crabgrass and other weeds, and they grew like a sumbeech. Took me 2 1/2 hrs to get the job done...one hr more than usual. So Rotsa-ruck!
Thankfully, my yards not to big, but you're right, I got mainly crabgrass growing since the dry spell, grass is mostly dead. But whatever it is, it's too dang high and I know ima hafta raise the blade.
Not a bad day here. Got a dinner date tonight, at one of those Brazilian steakhouses, where they bring you every kind of meat known to humanity. Turn the card red-side-up, and they lay off and let you catch up. Turn it green-side-up, and the protein flood resumes. I skipped lunch, to get ready.