Friday night, wine with the girls. Then I went home and slept because I had a killer cold. Saturday I woke up and went up to BARK to volunteer. I had a good time, but the number of dogs was overwhelming. Most everyone else wanted to take one home; I had had my fill of dogs.

I went home and took a nap, and when I woke up there was a message from a friend of mine. She was wondering, since it was supposed to be nice on Sunday (it was 60 here), if I wanted to go out to the barn and ride her horse. That is akin to asking me if I’d like some wine.

We went out and trail rode for about an hour and a half. I’m not as sore as I thought I would be. It was fabulous and confirmed the fact that I really do need to start riding again.

On the way home, my car overheated. The temperature gauge was in the red. Good times. I put 2.5 gallons of water in it and made it home. I thought the body shop (who replaced the radiator) would give me difficultes about checking it out, but they were surprisingly agreeable.