Palisades and the neighbor's stallion kept me up most of Monday night, screaming and carrying on. Turned out the neighbor's bay mare was busy having her foal, hence the equine commotion. It's a cute chestnut. Mostly I see it on the ground napping, or with the bottle-brush tail flapping away (hi,
I got Palisades' papers in the mail last night. Signed. Holy fuck, it's actually happened. Now I get to send large quantities of money to the registry and to the Raterings, but I tell you, once I get those envelopes in the mail, I am going to ceremonially check "buy or lease Palisades CF" off of my to-do list. Big ceremony. Jethro Tull's Heavy Horses would be appropriate music for the ritual, but I see I don't own any Tull on CD. How'd that happen?
I have three hummingbirds dive-bombing each other for feeder privileges, and a shiny new list of affirmations, and a clean kitchen and bathroom, and a few things to try on the job front today. I've been worse.