Humdedum.

Don't feel like writing much.  Maybe I'm just tired.  Maybe he just took my passion with him.... at least for a little while.  I am still a writer.

Man, I miss that horse.  I came home from the hospital last night after having waited around most of the day and went out to ride for a few minutes before the sun set.  It was so quiet without him.  Again, no one standing at the gate, anxious for his dinner.  No one sharing a pile of hay with Fansi.  No one trying to sneak out when I brought Trinity out to the crossties.  No one testing the limits as to how far the fence could bend.  It was a blow to the heart to have to move his brush box and halter to get to Trinity's things.

I am just home from the birth of a sweet baby boy, one I am jokingly referring to as Baby Moe.  His parents called me to tell me they were headed to the hospital to be induced as my Moe was breathing his last.  Tonight, I feel sad that my Moe is gone, but I think I'm too tired to cry.  I'm sure that will change soon enough, once I come down from the emotions of the birthing room.

And I feel sad that I'm not more sad tonight.