Declared (after much dithering, whining, and calling elflet to whine some more) a mental health day, skipped Bio and drove home along Marsh Creek Road. Wow, so that's what I've been missing by driving through there at night for the last six months.
Much stopping and erranding along the way. Once home, spent the twilight pulling burrs out of Recap's tail and fussing over Petit Point, who is shedding out in handfuls. Had an interesting encounter with Capucine, which I can only translate as the following series of statements:
1) You can't catch me.
2) Buh? You're not chasing me.
3) Okay, you can catch me, I'm tired of the suspense.
4) Buh?? Don't you know how to catch a horse?
5) Okay, I'll eat the alfalfa from your hand.
At that point, I judged further interaction would be counterproductive, and left the pasture.
Still mopey, and clearly not getting enough sleep tonight. Taking proper care of myself seems like .way. too much work all of a sudden.