OK, so I finally got up at 2 AM this morning. I have a cold, a pretty minor one actually. But when that tickle in the throat hits, you know you'll either lie in bed coughing and wake up your spouse, or just get up and feel lousy all day. I chose the latter: I got up, and dozed a little in the recliner until the granddaughters arrived.
It rained all day. I tend to have winter depression, and days like this are the pits.
The day went on, and on, and on. At my age I should be thankful, because I don't have all that many days left in my life, even if I live to be 90.
One bright note: I got the cheap-o saddle I ordered on Ebay, for my filly.
Thank God there is a tomorrow.