I donned a sweater and a pair of slacks, and wished that I could trade them in for a ratty pair of jeans and an old T-shirt with a great big green drool stain from that hoofed animal I loved the most. I was running late for work and made a quick PB&J and headed out the door into the dimly lit morning.
There once was a time when then only thing that could compel me to get out of bed before the sun was knowing a barn full of hungry horses waited for me. It always made happy to open the barn door and hear a chorus of horses herald my arrival. I know they where only calling for their food but it made me feel a little bit special.
The people at the call center where I am held in interment for the larger part of the day don't greet me like that. I plop down in office chair only to discover that some one has traded my good chair for one of the broken ones. I mutter and steal someone else's chair, finally ready to spend a fun filled day fixing computers and talking to people who can't figure out how to plug their computer into a wall, or click and drag.
Fortunately heaven decided to pour a little sunshine down and interrupt the grey monotony of the day. Sometimes when there aren't enough technology illiterate people calling for assistance the call center will send people home. I was sent and was rather happy about it.
Since I had some unusual free time I went to the DMV to finally renew my plates, which expired in January. The DMV is rather close to the barn where Fame was boarded after I left the show barn. After Fame passed I avoided going to stables for a time. I kept on avoiding them for fear that I would get all sappy and weepy or do something stupid like buy another horse, which I cannot afford to do.
Despite my trepidation I eventually found my self pulling up that familiar drive way. I parked and stepped out of my dumpy Chev Cavalier. I inhaled deeply. If happy had a smell it would smell like a farm.
Best cure for the blah.