You know something, somewhere, has gone very wrong when those very nice running shoes you bought were only used for running for a month or so last year, but you’ve been mucking out horse stalls in them every day this week.

(Prinz: purebred Haflinger, champion mess-maker)
I’m housesitting/dogsitting/horsesitting for my boss this week, and won’t be online much. Which won’t make too much of a noticeable difference here, given my recent bout of writer’s block. But who knows? Maybe with all this free time I’ll take up running again…