Found my red glasses right away so ended up digging.
And planting.
And dragging rocks and sacks of fertilizer.
About halfway through my lower back founded a workers' collective and started picketing me, with bullhorns & vuvuzelas.
I struck a deal: easy chores the rest of the day and a long hot soak, and we'll finish tomorrow.
Having tea and reading about prehistoric warfare I can hear the back muscles grumble faintly.