So looking down a 4' by 50' span of hayfield with a square-nose shovel in one's hand can be a little off-putting, 'cause you are in for some slow work. I've completed three beds now, over several weeks. Each bed required moving about 365 cubic feet of clay soil. Each of those cubic feet weighed between 120 and 150 pounds (depending on how wet things were). The average grave, by comparison, involves moving about 150 cubic feet. At first, I was fidgety and easily frustrated. The labor itself was enjoyable, but the strong feeling that I just wasn't getting anything done drove me to distraction. And while reasoning through to the fact that I was indeed getting something done--that only its increments of progress were different--was mildly useful, I think in the end it was just keeping at it that regulated my mind. It may have felt like coming off a drug. The average 21st century knowledge worker lives with a habit-inducing surfeit of accomplishment, after all.