However it happens (goats become trendy?) I'm with you, wishing fervently for an end to assault by yard tools. Yesterday, some neighborhood bleep ran a chain saw for hours. If I designed Hell, it would be full of chainsaws, blowers, gas mowers...and their wielders. Ahem.
"My peeve for the day: why do I think about food constantly, even when I am not hungry?"
My guess? Insulin.