dancinghorse | Winding down a long, long road

600 miles on the car since Thursday. Emotional gamut from egoboo prime to grief/crash/bleh. Sense of hitting the wall over and over and over and it's still there and I have to hit it One More Time. If you've seen Parsifal, you've seen the Grail-Knights closing in on the wounded king: "Letzten Mal!" That's me in the middle there, marinated in whine and moanses.

I am not always exhausted. Usually life is a pleasant routine. Horses. Writing. Horses. Writing. Errands. Visits. Horses. Adventures. Writing. Horses. The past two weeks have been completely off the charts and well into the region marked on all of the best maps, "Here Be Dragons."

Today features one more expedition: taking

casacorona to her PT session for the Wonderful New Bionic Knee. Then, please god, I get a day OFF. To find the chapters of the mip again and start getting back in, find the saddles and bridles and reintroduce the horses to same, and start getting house and barn back into their normal state of mild but not terminal disorder. Daily training notes, page counts, cool factoids found and shamelessly appropriated, tv updates...life as she is lived among the Lipizzans.

One. More. Day.