Sucking up network bandwidth at Erik's, with the rig parked in front of his house, waiting for it to be time to meet Kawaii at Watercourse Way. Sable, fresh from the vet and $250 worth of x-rays for her swollen hock, is cavorting about the back yard (nothing like injectable Baytril and cortisone to make things feel better). Anita and I are spending Thursday and Friday looping down to LA to pick up a mare of hers that's been bred.
If I do this enough, I don't think about the d00m that is the job hunt. Possibly this is counter-productive, but so is being too terrified to move.