Too many rainy days lead to binge watching Frankie and Grace on Netflix, eating potato chips at 11 AM, drinking too many cups of decaf coffee and posting pictures of Russell Crowe. It is only 50 degrees or thereabout, and still raining in almost late May. I want to feel the warm sun on my back and ran around in a t-shirt and flip-flops, but I am wrapped in a cashmere blanket wondering what to do!! The mares are away getting some action in the breeding shed, the foxhunters are shoeless and getting fat on wet spring grass, the yearlings are still spooky and I have yet to feel the desire to be kicked, stomped or dragged by them. I'll get there just not yet. I really want to be on a beach, feeling the very warm sand between my toes, drinking something exotic and watching the tide roll away! Who's with me!
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