make it stop

i have to devise ways to lure myself to sleep. even my self-medicating (the dregs of a bottle i hadn't finished from about six or eight months ago), didn't help. here i am, wide awake.

my girl and i both agreed, neither of us wanted to drive to the farm today, but we had a commitment, and so we honored it.

miraculously, it took us only an hour to do our duties.

five horses. one hour. yeah, we bad.

(not really, they had only one bucket, so we added another clean one we'd put up in the feed stall. only minor poopage, due to the horses being out in this fabulous weather we're having. which started tuesday morning. the horses being turned out all night, meaning we had very little, precious little to do each morning. it still took us an hour to do it, but we got it done and i was grateful it was only an hour, as my girl had a full day of riding and whatnot to contend with).

we made it to today, and both agreed, we'd sleep in tomorrow. (if i can ever get to sleep that is.)

but i watched a movie called august rush. LOVED it!

the artist's dilemma again. those movies sometimes capture an angle, a glimpse, a whisper, and this one, slightly more.

that's all for now.
must rest.