A quick and worthless post before I am off for the day (visiting Mom). I had a dream last night that it was my job to unplug all the leftover Christmas lights still lingering in the neighborhood. No more colorful shrubbery or twinkling white skeletal deer grazing on the lawn. It was dark while I was doing this. I guess better to see the offending lights still left on. And how do I go from house to house in the middle of my snowy night errand? Why on the back of a Clydesdale named Majestic of course. Bareback and without a bridle.

What could this possibly mean? I think it means I need to call the barn already and get back on the horse. For real. It's been what? Two and a half years since I fell from the back of a cantering Holly? It wasn't her fault. I am such a coward.