up early.

suddenly, the days feel really long, and i'm fine with that. i have a lot to do, there never seems to be enough time, but with the sun going down after 8pm here, it's nice to get off work while it's just getting dark.

a cool wave has hit us, and we're grateful. it's been lifesucking hot lately.

i've pretty much decided, whatever the cost, the class being offered this summer is too good to pass up. it will be tough, especially overlapping my culminating semester, but whatever, i'm up for a challenge. and, truth be told, i am a bit lost having all this time and no weight of deadlines on me.

we got those sausages, we call them, stall gaurds--they are actually called, for the horses because it's so hot, and their doors block all the breeze. but a couple of them are naughty.

the old black mare, or velvet by name, is really good with her door open. the other two ponies taste everything, and pull their blankets onto the floor.

the little chestnut, bitty, even tried to slip out while we weren't watching, but the racket she made, made it impossible for her to get by.

so each time she was naughty, knocking over a trashcan (her door was wide open), i shut her door just a smidge, until, ultimately, she could only get her muzzle through the door, but the breeze flowed in her stall, i bet it felt like air conditioning to her.

and barnaby, my girl's new favorite, the one she'll ride in beginning competition this summer, samples everything, but doesn't try to escape. so we have to just keep our eye on him, and move everything out of reach.

it's amazing how far they can reach.

sometimes it feels like the ponies are just kids. i guess it's that innocence. that wonder they possess. they don't mean to be naughty, but the doors open and there are new things to do and play with.

i really should do something meaningful, but for now, this is about as meaningful as it gets. loading pictures of those i love on my phone. writing to and of those i love on my blog. what more in life is there?

i have to go workout today. i try for three times a week, and i think all told, i've only missed that goal five times, two of which have been in the last month. i noticed my calves in the mirror yesterday at the gym. there are all these defined muscles, and i can't recall seeing that on my body, it was a good feeling. i'm not where i want to be, or where i'm headed, but it's nice to see progress.

the mechanical trainer still kicks my ass, and moved me up to an intermediate workout, which is good, but i don't know that i can work any harder than i am. though, having said it, i know it's not true.

peace. out.