Awareness of the outside world. Small candle. Uninstalled Kindle. Bring on the codex. I realize there are alternatives in the ebook world. I may explore them at some point. For now, a headfirst dive into my TBR pile.
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Stomp!
That was the sound of Rodney’s hoof and my foot attempting to occupy the same space.
I usually pride myself on keeping my feet out from under. Back in the misty blog past, there is a post wherein I brag on this very thing with Sam. He tried to step on my foot. I told him this was not my first rodeo. [no link, my search fu failed]
In this case, there was no time. Rodney tripped, flung a hoof out to the side, met my foot.
Fortunately, both Rodney & I acted fast. As soon as I felt weight, I made an abundance of noise. Equally quickly, Rodney leapt to the side to get away from the noise, taking his foot-squashing device with him.
Sore for a few days. Had to watch how I stepped. Didn’t even get a decent, story-worthy bruise out of it.
Cute Coda
This was at the beginning of a walk. (On Wednesday, the post where I said there was no drama. Ha!) While my medical advisor tried to ascertain what had happened amid my cloud of swearing, the horses gathered round. Milton is a group horse. He loves team meetings. Clearly something was wrong with the team and he was concerned.
Milton was kind of adorable, and this is me saying it.
Rodney? He just bummed for cookies. Contrite? He couldn’t spell it if you spotted him the all the letters in the correct order.
Onwards!
Katherine
Virtual Brush Box 
Awww. Milton is sweet. Or, as you say, a herd animal. Either way, a good thing.
Jane
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Aww. Their true colors show in a crisis. I’m so glad your foot wasn’t broken!
Thank you. 🦶
I’m glad your foot wasn’t hurt any worse than this. I’ve dodged a few hooves in my time, some not quick enough. And, their reactions — priceless. They are smarter than we really want to admit. MM
Thank you. 🦶