Dear Life,

Looming post-graduation is becoming less unsettling and more pleasant. Planning ahead (even if it's just in pencil) is comforting.

Mr. Future Olympian Employer shall certainly assume the position of Future Employer. They send their regards, "thank you for your persistence." (2 phone calls, 3 emails, and one important looking piece of mail later) I have more ducks to get in a row than one would imagine (not only for myself but for an equine as well) and the job description is somewhat intimidating...but this is something I have been wanting to do for more than 3 years now-- so what's the big deal to committing one year to it?

Right.

On that remark, Little R has sustained an injury of sorts to his left hock. It's noticeably swollen and has heat. Argh. I stuck him on the lunge line, he showed no signs of lameness but I refrained from riding him lest it make the situation worse.

And if things could unfold any more oddly-- I saw my guardian angel tonight (or maybe it was just a ghost, but my gut doesn't believe that) ...and it was... I can't really explain it... wow?



[um French test this week....]