I like mowing the lawn. Not only is the result aesthetically pleasing, but it's a few hours of listening to a podcast or audiobook where it's socialy acceptable to tell everyone to *leave me the eff alone*. Talking at me? Sorry, cant hear you with ear protection and the mower going. Text message? Cant feel my phone vibrate over the mower. Email? Does my mower look like it has effing wifi? You want me to do something? Clearly I'm busy, go away. Social visit? Well you see, I have two more hours of mowing, unless you want to get the weed trimmer out and help it'll be two hours plus a VERY long shower before I can socialize, so sorry...not sorry. People call it a chore, I call it blessed peace.