When I was a little kid, I would spend a lot of time at my grandmothers house. She would vacuum her house almost everyday. She would buy whole chickens and spend hours breaking them down and making her own homemade fried chicken. She cut her own 3/4 acre of grass with a push mower into her 80s. She used a manual sprinkler she had to move around her yard multiple times to cover it all. She hung certain clothes on a close line outside even though she owned a dryer. She had enough money to have outsourced this effort for convenience. And when she finally was ready to relax she would sit on her front porch, often alone for hours in silence - no tv, phone, radio - only stimulus was the sound of birds and breeze through her hanging windchimes, watching squirrels racing up the trees and the occasional car going by on her lazy street. I used to think that sounded awful and never wanted that in my own life……..Now pretty sure my grandmother was a level 99 stoic philosopher that I should start my journey to becoming.