Lucky enough to have a horse.
Awareness of the outside world. Are you registered to vote? Have you checked?
Spent two days last week keeping the horses company while they valiantly recovered from their round of completely standard vaccines. Milton had his hay an elevated feed bucket so he didn’t have to stretch his neck the vast distance to the floor and a water bucket so he didn’t have to slog the infinite distance up to the water trough. Rodney was dancing a jig in comparison. [Vetting In The Time Of The Virus]
Okay, I’m laughing at them a bit. They did lean pretty hard on the pitiful card. Upside, they should be well covered with this level of immune response.
Milton scored one tablet of Bute, just to take enough edge off to let him nap. A momentous event. That’s how pitiful he was. Given their digestive systems, we rarely give them bute. (I have nothing against Bute. Previous Horse got it at the drop of a hat and was on it for years in his old age. Never bothered him. But I digress.) Vet said it might compromised the response slightly, mostly likely to flu. Hmm, I did not know that. Anyway, with this level of response, I think he can safely lose 5%. Crosses fingers.
Spent the day sitting in the shaded, breezy aisle, immersed in The Murderbot Diaries by Martha Wells, which I highly recommend. Ignore the sensitive PR blather. Murderbot is a wellspring of snark.
Horsekeeping is so hard sometimes.
If you are wondering about the flannel pajama pants in high summer, better than being bug-bit, easier than putting on real pants.
Stay safe. Stay sane,