Yesterday morning's photo. It was a long day. Good long. Jam-packed.
Whenever I think about this job not being perfect for me, I think about not having it and realize how much better off I am. Not just the money. But the discipline requiring me to get up and engage with every day. And enjoy it. I think of this as the next stage in the evolution of me.
Drama at the barn! I found out last night that Carly, the mare whose owner was going to put her down, disappeared the night beforehand. Oooh. Horse theft? There are definitely people out there who weren't okay with putting Carly down: and who have the means to remove her in the dead of night and take her somewhere safe.
Or she could have sensed the end and decided to leave on her own terms. I hope for the former though. The barn owner spent many hours looking for her, then finally filed a police report and notified animal control. Carly's owner never bothered to show up. She is living in a women's shelter and told me herself she's severely mentally ill.
The whole thing is mysterious. The only thing I care about is that if Carly is still alive, that she's comfortable and well-cared for.
Pretty tame excitement. I work with what I have.