If I don’t blog.
So here I am.
Not that I have much to say. I’m into the new book and the sun is shining. All the critters are fine–Banjo (horse) got out yesterday, but Larry, the Canadian Wrangler, rounded him up pretty quickly. Banjo is the kind of horse my dad used to call a “knothead”; he’s never been saddled and he’s got some Thoroughbred in him somewhere, because he’s big and he’s long-legged and he sure can run. In fact, watching him go, I’m pretty sure he thinks he’s Seabiscuit.
It’s all good on this end of the woods.
Hope it’s the same for you.