For such a tiny word, guilt sure packs a powerful punch, and I feel it right in the gut. I know there's no need to feel guilty for skipping my daily barn visit, but even so, the feeling is there. I know it is impossible to visit the barn 365 days a year, and RM is a very capable barn owner who will check on my boys very carefully in the afternoon as will L, our evening feeder. But still ... I feel as though I've done something wrong and I certainly feel as though I've failed my two lonely boys who are no doubt waiting patiently (or un-patiently in Speedy's case) at the gate wondering where on earth I am. How long will they stand there? Probably not very long. Will there be whinnies? No doubt a couple of plaintive ones from Speedy G. How will I be greeted upon my return? More than likely the same as always.
So, guilty feelings aside, skipping my barn visit means that ...
- several layers of really gross barn gunk have been removed from the interior of my car.
- two loads of laundry have swished and swashed though the washer.
- the ooey-gooey smudge on the 'fridge has been wiped away.
- that phone call to the dentist has been made.
- my desk is cleared off.
- last month's show ribbons have been hung and the tests have been placed in "the book".
- I took a relaxing soak in the tub.
- the bathroom is ready for today's assault.
- dinner was made without the usual frantic rush to get it finished.
- my dining room table can actually be used for dining.