I rode last night.  I left work early in order to get my teefers cleaned (no cavities!  it's a new year's miracle!) and opted to ride almost immediately afterwards.  Thankfully, I stopped by the house to change, because the dogs had been locked in the back yard when the pneumatic hinge on the screen door failed.  I don't know how long they were out there and Scarface is pretty fluffy, but they were happy to come in.  I've got plants set up now holding the door open as a back up.  Woo.

These clouds made me think of snow.

Yesterday's high was 35º.  I take back anything I ever said about y'all who are exposed to "snow" or inclement weather or who have access to those magical "indoor" things.  Shit was cold.

Walking to my car at one in the afternoon.

My warmest breeches also have the biggest holes. I ain't got fancy silky long johns, but I have these celestial Cuddle Johns that my mom bought me to go skiing. ..In high school, I think.  Another pair of socks went on top of these.

No one was at the barn, so I got to set up my surprise (I'll write about it tomorrow, maybe) all by my lonesome.  Hope those bitches appreciate my labor of love!


I pulled Archie out of his pasture and did the sloppiest groom ever.  I slid his blankets off his front half, groomed that, slid it back, slid the butt up, groomed that.  I'm sure he was just humoring me.

Checking the cut on his leg warranted no pinned ears nor warmth.  I mounted and planned to walk for a while.  He felt good at the walk - if anything, he was stiff and jarring on the front end.  After what I deemed was a sufficient amount of time, I asked for the trot.

And it was smooth and soft and, seriously, the first thing I thought of was butter.  So, yay for the Archer being all sorts of not-gimpy.

My phone is sort of creepy.  How does it know my schedule?

I've talked at length with OR about going to the XC schooling this weekend.  The bottom line is that, while there is a three horse trailer, there isn't a truck capable of hauling it with three horses inside.  They were going to ask the BO if they could borrow his truck, but I told them not to worry about it.  I'm sad to be missing out, but I also don't want to push my horse so soon after he got kicked hard enough to be lame.  I said that we could plan another outing when it warms up a little, and that way we can rent a truck strong enough to haul three horses.  I also talked to BM about a show in February.  Trying, again, not to get my hopes up.