No horse stuff happened tonight. Monday night is Sable's obedience class. But I am going to bed at a decent hour tonight so I can get up in the morning and fool around with Petit Point before I drive into the Bay Area and cope with the flat tire on the Mazda (this tire has less than 500 miles on it), and the other thousand and eight details of my life.
I find I'm rather loathe to whine in public, knowing exactly how trivial the causes of my whininess are. You'll have to take it from me that they're exactly as petty and pointless as yours.
It will be better in the morning.