Insanely busy and productive day. Without at all meaning to, I ran away with the smoothing iron and wrote 2299 words of book. This is far too much, but when the muse is kind I do not look her in the mouth. There was good HorseBack UK work; even some admin, which is usually my utter downfall.
Then I had a choice to make. Sometimes I hate choices. Why can’t I do everything, have everything, be everything, wails the ghastly childish voice in my head. Sometimes I like choices, because they show me what is important. Today, I could do a proper blog, or do a favour for a friend. It was not an effortful favour, but it was time-consuming. It required some care and thought. But it was all about the things I like to write about here: the human heart, the small things, the lovely equines and why we love them so. In the end, it was a really easy decision.
So, back to normal tomorrow.
In the meantime, here is Mr Stanley looking bloody handsome:
And a picture I took this morning of two very dear people who are just starting on their great journey together: