The Rowan Saga.

Owning a horse is like having a small child. They're similar in that communication is limited to a series of guesses based on visual cues. And so the R saga continues. He isn't in serious pain, he's not on any type of painkillers, but he's certainly not comfortable. He doesn't get worse when I ride him and it doesn't prevent him from running around outside, but he limps around and won't stand on his left front foot. I certainly can't afford to have another vet visit but I certainly can't keep guessing at what's bugging him, and hoping that it will miraculously heal. It's a pity, it really is-- he's too good of a horse to have these leg issues.

But in real life, I've been having a difficult time motivating myself to study French. It was silly to think that I wouldn't have to use French again after those required semesters-- yet here I am, preparing to make feeble attempts at speaking coherent (grammatically correct?) French in France.

AVH left today. Part of me does wish that I had done the crossing with him, it would be fabulous to say that I sailed across the Atlantic. But as time goes, 11 days and I'll be joining him.