So when Monday morning rolled around and I headed off to work at 6:25 a.m., going to the barn after work seemed like the thing to do. But when the dense fog didn't lift, and my sockless toes didn't warm up, the barn visit seemed less and less like a good idea. As the 3:05 bell rang, I shooed my students out the door and started gathering my purse, my coat, my reading glasses, my phone ... oh, hey Mr. O about .... and what do you think we should do for ... and one more thing ... Four or five oh, waits turned into 3:40. Well, shoot!
I walked out to my car and realized that I really didn't want to go to the barn that day, hence all of the self-imposed delays. It was cold, I was cold, and I really did have a pressing errand that really did need doing. Really.
And so I drove home. I completed the pressing errand, for which hubby was grateful, and enjoyed a glass of wine and a few minutes of solitude on the sofa.
Tuesday dawned just as foggy and cold as Monday, but my interest in my daily barn visit was rekindled. I shooed my students out at 3:04 (!) and snuck out 6 whole minutes early. Once home, I quickly ditched the teacher clothes in favor of some of breeches and a warm sweatshirt and zipped out to the barn. Speedy got a quick Hello Bud! with some turn out, and Sydney got a walking ride around the neighborhood followed by some arena time.
It's amazing what a barn-free day can do to your enthusiasm!