Today we were slammed, and I dealt with people nonstop. I think I walked fifty thousand steps between dealing with horses and assholes along with asshole horses. Mondays are typically busy, especially during breeding season, but today was a different monster with three roaring heads. It was stressful because everything seemed to go wrong, and we got off schedule. All day we played catch-up, but it meant I was at the barn until nearly eight. I’m not just physically and emotionally exhausted but also mentally. Right now, I just need a vacation, but there’s really no sleep for the wicked, at least not until the end of fall breeding.
After showering, I grab a beer from the fridge and plop down on the couch. I warm up a shitty microwave meal and flip through countless channels of nonsense. By
