joflasher | All right, I'm going to think up a purpose that endangers neither society nor myself ...

Traffic and the weather conspired against me last night. Instead of galloping hell for leather through the sand pits, Tisa and I ended up in the indoor out of the wind and rain and dark. Since wild abandon was out of the question, we went to the other extreme ... percision, repetition, control. On the spot transitions, lateral work, gait changes ever few steps. We danced until I could think a command and she did it. Rides like that don't happen often and you savor every minute when they do.

Afterwards, I spent a good hour in her stall, brushing her and rubbing any soreness out of her back. Of course, Tisa is a firm believer of the "You scratch my back, I'll scratch yours" form of horse grooming. Few things inspire more chills and giggles than having a horse nuzzling your spine. Those muzzles TICKLE.

The Billerica volleyball league opens tonight for the fall season. A few hours of pounding myself and others into the ground should help get rid of the ansiness. Tonight, hopefully, I will get a full night's sleep.