This is what happens when, after having my morning coffee, I hit the sonic for some Raspberry Iced Tea. I was dog tired at 11pm. Went to bed. Was asleep. Then at around 1am, it hits. I’m wide awake. I toss. I turn. I rearrage pillows. I try to not wake my husband (Successful!)! I know I’ve mentioned our crappy old mattress with the hole in the middle. I’m sure it doesn’t help. I can just imagine the sleep I’d get if we had a sleep number bed, and I could just lay there, floatin on air. LITERALLY!

So, here I am. Wide awake and wired.

I have, I suppose stuff on my mind, which isn’t helping my sleep cause. My beautiful, gray, mare, Sonora is lame again. I will shortly do some additional research on what it is she could possibly have. I called my DVM this morning. His secretary said she’d have to call me back with an appointment time. So that got me thinking… Maybe I should just take a day off work and go see Doc Howell in Granbury. He’s fixed my Zero. And my BobbyJo too. He’s a leg man. An old racehorse vet. And he’s seen it all (well no one has seen it all… but he’s close!).

Then there’s the matter of the barrel race tomorrow. It’s a 50 mile drive and once before in this assocation they cancelled one because their bylaws state that if it’s under 40 degrees at noon the day of the show, it’s too cold and they’ll call it off. Yeah. Rent an indoor pen, and call of a barrel race. Smart. REAL SMART! So I don’t want to drive all the way out there and have it be cancelled. I do have to get out with the trailer in the morning though, so I can take a horse back to her owner. The horse is for sale, and the owner is taking her to show her tomorrow. I have no idea if the woman will buy her or not, but we think she probably will. She’s making a 5 hour drive up from Bryan, TX. I need to help my student tomorrow at the barrel race too, should they have it.

But… I’m currently feeling a bit off; tired, and sort of sick to my stomach, now that I think of it! I’m also freezing, and the wind is howling outside. The fire has burned out. I wanted to start it again but the thought of trapsing out into that cold isn’t appealing at this moment. I think, instead, I will just call it a night, (for the second time) and see if I can sleep on the couch. Sometimes that works. If I didn’t have company next weekend, and felt the need to wash more sheets, I’d go sleep in the spare bedroom. But I’m not about adding to my workload. I’ve got enough to do as it is. Nice. I just yawned. That has to be a good sign.