The only fun I've been having is cooking (I can't believe I even said that). But the good news is that something popped in my back and in my front and I feel way better. Not perfect . . . but way better. I'm going to be back on a horse on Monday if I have to get hoisted up there with a winch. Although I have so much fresh food in the frig now I'll have to work and still cook French to use it all up before it goes bad. I think it might just be short days for a while so I'll have time. I'm going to ride Wilbur, he's the smoothest. Good grief, I can't wait!
Not nice ice
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